Saturday was a shitty day.
Friday was supposed to be a day off, the first day of a three-day weekend. Instead, I ended up not only coming into the office, but working well past midnight. Saturday, I paid for it.
I woke up well after the sun had risen and spent most of the day mindlessly doing useless crap. I’m at that age where if I have a particularly late night, it takes me about 3-4 days for things to settle back to normal. So, a three-day weekend where I was hoping to work on my side hustle, has become one day back at the office, followed by two days of recovery.