This is the hardest work I've done in months. There are more fun ways for me to get sweaty and grunt-y, but I wouldn't get paid for them.
Anyway. A little out of it. Again, work reasons. And I'll be back at the hotel tomorrow, after (I hope) rock-like sleep.
And what sustained me during the longer-than-planned work day? Figuring out how I'd treat myself afterward. I was seriously leaning towards a beer afterward, but late in the day thought No -- I want a Slurpee. One is now in me, its orange-and-blueberry syrups getting broken down by my digestive tract. And next, pizza for dinner. I can be simple in my tastes.