The Morning After

A beautiful day out there, after nearly twenty inches of snow fell between midday Sunday and yesterday afternoon.

No post yesterday, and nearly no post today. Too much going on. I have a hearing in forty-five minutes, and I'm still sitting here in pajama bottoms. I was up at three a.m. reading emails about typos in drafts I circulated, from clients pounding on the door because they want their *whatever* last week and why is it taking so long? Accounts receivable are starting to balloon as people and businesses are running out of money--those are the ones who aren't emailing, aren't responding to messages. Not a great moment in my life for a sea of bad debt to wash up on our shores.

Meanwhile, school grows increasingly demanding, with hundreds of pages of reading every week on topics that are, at times, mind-blowingly complex. I now work seven days a week, although I grant myself the indulgence of evenings watching Colbert and talking to P over supper. There's not a lot of NYC playtime these days.

But we'll probably go to Central Park later today so P can snap a few photos and we can play in the snow before it all melts by the end of the week. We've not ventured up there, or much of anywhere, since arriving here, mostly because of this bum knee and my work demands. I recall reading in some time management piece that you have to carve out a little time for play or you'll go mad and your work product will suck. Probably good advice, but I cringe at the notion that the value of leisure is that you'll be a better worker. Not what we were put on this earth to be or do, although the actual purpose of our existence remains something of a mystery. Probably no purpose at all, on reflection.

Time for another mostly pointless hearing, to further the point.