Clancy is scrambling to get through all of her charts so that she can fly back home for her cousin’s wedding. It has, to this point, involved parking herself at a coffee shop* before heading to the office, where she will be until she finishes. It sucks being away from her, but it’s more important that she get everything done. As a just-in-case measure, I have volunteered to drive her to the airport (a five-hour trip, each way) so that she can work in the car, if it’s necessary**.
Anyhow, she wrote me to ask how late I would stay up. To which I responded, “As late as you want me to. Well, as late as I can. Assuming I’m not driving you to the airport, which it’s looking like I won’t have to. But if that changes, then I need to go to bed early so that I can. But if I don’t need to, and if I don’t crash, I can be awake whenever you get home.”
Concise and definitive answers are not my strong-suit.
* – Clancy can’t drink coffee in her present state, or rather it unfathomably tastes awful. But being home where there’s a bed and she is underrested is a potential hazard. Being at work during business hours is ripe for distractions. She can go to work after hours and can actually take a nap on the floor without fear of wanting to sleep for more than a nap. She took today off as a vacation day to address the charts, though she still had to appear at a meeting this morning.
** – A pretty big sacrifice on my part, given that I’ve been in the car for over 25 hours in the past week. There isn’t much I would rather not do. But taxi service is in my current job description.