at least one exit

[gurdonark]

One need not have a belief in literal hells when one has the day I had yesterday. My telephone was abuzz from the time I arrived until the time I left, with each call comprising a new emergency, a new change of plan, an old dilemma, an old debate, an old-and-new situation, and a world of pressure--both given and received. My emotions ran the spectrum--calm, anger, frustration, amusement, tears, satire, and quiet calculation. Finally, I stumbled out of my office, just in time to barely miss my Los Angeles plane. This entitled me to make a switch to the beautiful Ontario airport, a mere hour and fifteen minutes away, to drive the Inland Empire, and to arrive at my hotel at 2:45 a.m. Now that I have slept until 5:45 a.m. and drafted two more documents I had no time to do yesterday, I can see the first hints of light in the clouds. But is that light, or is that more fire? How long has it been since I've had an unfettered weekend with no work?