Today started off like the quintessentially lousy Monday. I didn’t sleep terrifically well, then overslept, and I missed my morning train of choice. The next train was supposed to be an express, which is the one thing that makes up for almost always having to stand on it for the entire forty-five-minute commute. This morning, however, it was an over-crowded local, making nearly stop between here and Manhattan, and I think possibly a few new towns and villages they incorporated just for the day. New York seemed especially over-crowded this morning, and I got to work slightly later than I would have liked. I didn’t get to take the more direct route that would have let me bypass Penn Station, and I didn’t get to stop for breakfast. Sure, I’ve had worse mornings, but you know what? I’ve had better.
And then a funny thing happened: I had a lot of work to do — so much that I had work distracting me from other work — and the day flew past. The slowest hour all day might have been my lunch hour, when, despite the cold, I forced myself to stay away from the office and just walk around. When I got back, I discovered — even better! — that I’m going to be able to work from home tomorrow, which I had not been banking on. Weeks back, I thought I would have to be in the office tomorrow to take notes at a textbook meeting, and then I agreed to swap dates with another editor in the UK. Then we hired a new editor here in the US, and my boss wanted us all in the office to meet her. And then it turned out she’s actually starting work on Wednesday. So I get to work from home after all.
And apparently I dodged a bullet with that meeting, which promises to be quite long and involve a lot of note-taking. This way, I can maybe actually spend tomorrow getting more work done.
Have I mentioned lately that I have a lot of work right now?