It is very hard to explain how long ago yesterday morning is. Numbers fail at the task. 1100km doesn’t express it properly nor does 35 hours of consciousness with 6 hours rack time to break it up. Two router replacements, four properties visited and four buzzed, a printer setup, wireless repaired, several service tickets back-burnered till next month, talk of another trip north, and a compressed workload to tide me over till Saturday morning.

My bed, the one I woke up in yesterday morning by all standard methods of telling time, feels so distant it’s as if I can’t say for sure I actually saw it this weekend.