magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Yesterday, on the phone, Chris.W asked in a sort of round-about way if I would be willing to come into the office at nine o'clock this morning. On a Sunday? 'I'm not sure that's something I can commit to.'

And really, the extra sleep this weekend has been good for me I'm sure. Between the sore throat an the sinus headaches and the post-nasal drip and the occasional bouts of nausea that i've been experiencing over the last few weeks, it certainly seems that I've been fighting off something.

Of course since getting up at eleven I've done nothing terribly productive with my day and am feeling the typical effects of an empty Sunday afternoon. I do have some other work that I could (and probably should) be doing from home. And an episode of William Shatner and the Giant Ant (just go with it) to watch. And just got the new McSweeney's in the mail.

In other words, Sunday is largely a burden that I make for myself.