Oof. As predicted, I got home from the show, made it as far as the bed, and slept for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Now I’ve got a nap hangover and I can’t sleep. I think I’ll work some more (what is wrong with me?!) and let it count for Monday, so I can feel really impressive.
I’m getting down to the wire for the next Working Review. And I’ve got one week to put together the first episode of HoC. My motto: sleep is for the weak. On the plus side, by the time November rolls around, I should be in prime novel-writing condition. Or in a medically-induced coma to recover from my injuries. Hard to say.