Not in a tragic way. But in terms of logistics, I’m tightly screwed and will be through the weekend.
Not complaining, just advising. I knew this could happen, and said “sure” anyway.
As I become older, it becomes less and less romantic to function indefinitely on inadequate sleep.
Anyway, this blog has been onof the casualties of the triage upon my time. It may be a few more days.
Now you know.