Wednesday, 27 February 2002
The stress level seems to be winding down at work.
The reduced stress, though, doesn't seem to have freed up any energy for writing. I sat down at my computer this evening and did absolutely nothing productive. Oh, well. I'll try again tomorrow.
Around 2:30 this morning I was awakened by the sound of someone pounding rhythmically on my door. I knew pretty quickly (as soon as I woke up enough to think about it) that it was probably just a mistake. But it might have been something serious--a fire, or a friend or neighbor in desperate trouble. So I went to the door and peered out the peephole. It wasn't anybody I recognized, so I just asked what he wanted without opening the door. It took him about 15 seconds to figure out he was banging on the wrong door. (I think he wanted the apartment below mine.) He apologized and departed. I shuffled back to bed.
I'm usually pretty good at just going back to sleep after something like that, but for some reason last night it took about an hour.
Maybe that accounts for my low productivity this evening.