My, oh my. Apparently, I had a work ethic all this time, and just didn't know it. I've literally been going straight since about 8 AM - which wouldn't be that impressive, until you consider that it's about 11:15 PM as I write this.
But the weird thing about these jam-packed days is that when you look back, even though you know you accomplished a lot, it feels like you did not much with your time. It's that perception of time when we're in it and then when we reflect on it after the fact.
What is this reminding me of? Oh, I know...
Just call me 'Mrs. Tempo.' And how spooky is it that she/he says, 'and it's only Wednesday?'
Man, I want this and Donald in Mathemagicland on DVD, now.