Woke up early, thanks to a barking dog who convinced my father he had to go out. My father was already on his way out, so he knocked on my door and asked if I could take the dog. And so at that point, sometime around 6:30, I figured I might as well just stay up. I ended up catching the 7 o’clock train into Manhattan and, despite a delayed subway and the place where I bought breakfast being insanely over-crowded, I got to the office a little after 8.
After which, it was mostly just a regular Friday. I’m pretty tired now, but that’s to be expected.
I can tell you this much: if the dog needs walking first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll still do it, but then I’m going back to bed.