Surf's Up

          I was primed for the three-day work week and therefore decided to stay up through the night. I finally addressed the hulking pile of paper clippings on the floor by my desk, and spent the early morning straightening up. At work, I parsed through NASDAQ noise with two cups of coffee. It didn't feel too good by the end, but I made it through the day fine, including an involved team meeting. By the time I dragged my feet on to the Orange Line, though, I was zombiemodo. At my mother's timely urging (thanks ma!) I contacted Jennifer about our bus back to New York for Thanksgiving, then called home. We've got two 6:30s to Springfield on Wednesday. Sleep came sweetly.