Topsy-turvy day. What should have been a short meeting turned into a marathon, and from there there wasn't much hope of getting the time back. Got a little done, but not much. Guess I'll have to reset and try again tomorrow. See if I can make up some lost ground.

Did make it to the gym today for the first time in ages. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Pushed it as far as seemed prudent, given time off, and lived to tell about it. Home now, and looking forward to a quiet evening. God, the week went fast. Maybe because the pieces kept moving. Murray's death definitely shook thing up.

Took a brief glance at the world news and immediately looked away. Better to keep working, head down, and not worry about what can't be controlled or changed. Time passes too quickly. Don't want to get caught standing around watching the paint dry.