I managed to stumble to work today despite the feeling that my head isn't quite attached to my shoulders anymore. I don't even remember the train ride. My inbox is full of new emails. The pile on my desk seems to have grown overnight. I suppose it's good that I'm here, doing battle- after all, three day weekend coming up, I can sleep then, I can have three nice mornings at home, I can stay in bed reading for hours. I'll have a good, productive day, so I can put this day on my private brownie points list and use it in the future: but there was that day when I was good, so today I don't have to be- but it doesn't help that there's a sleeping, dreaming, warm body in my bed, while I'm here, sipping my now-lukewarm coffee, staring at a computer monitor, wishing the clock 6 hours ahead...