Time, You Trickster

What was supposed to be a four-hour job yesterday blossomed into a seven-hour marathon, eating into the prep time for today, which began wickedly early and dumped me in the car for several hours with stops both in New York and New England, leading me to a place where I’m not sure if it’s still Sunday, although it seems as if the day has expanded to take over the hours surrendered yesterday to a job I won’t finish until I’m home late on (what’s theoretically, at least) Monday, unless that slops over into Tuesday.

Which is why I won’t be catching up with you, faithful reader, until tomorrow, at the earliest.