I slept in all the way to the middle of the afternoon. Yesterday turned me into a stress tangle, between emergency firefighting on warnings from a printer which I'll be dealing with all next week, having to assess my ability to take on additional tasks for a project later this month (nonexistent!), and health care professionals blowing up my phone about my A-fib after a week-and-a-half of silence. I think I retreated into a coma in response.

I'm currently weighing whether it would be better to fix a microwave dinner and relax in front of the TV for the evening, or get cleaned up and go to a restaurant far, far away from my home office.