A Detroit Monday

When I went to bed in Hessel last night, I was staying until Tuesday. I had made mind up, no doubt about it, Tuesday it was.

Then I woke up this morning thinking about what needed to be done at work. By the second cup of coffee I was unsure of my plans. By the time I emptied the pot for what made cup three, I had actually already began packing and cleaning. I was going home.

Now I'm home and, having already answered some work related e-mails, I intend to write a few more. Then I'm heading up to the Shop to try and get a couple things done there. All on what was supposed to be the last day of a short vacay.

Ain't conscience a bugger?