Haiku sandwich

Work 'til 6 pm,
But brain quit at 4 pm.
Time to read e-mail.

It's a good thing that I have a well-nigh infinite quantity of e-mail that I can't seem to keep up with anymore, because working my way backwards through my unread e-mails seems to have become my managerial equivalent of clock-watching. I just start on the pile, and the next thing I know, it's quittin' time.

Trying to keep working once you've run out of brainpower for the day sometimes seems to me like the worst thing about working with your brain. Back when I did various forms of physical labor it was generally possible to just soldier on for the last couple hours of the day. But man, when your brain is tired, your brain is tired. And telling it not to be tired doesn't really work. What I usually find when I try to push through is that I often end up making myself more work afterwards than if I had just set things to the side and started fresh the next day.

I think that's one of the thing I like about fiddling with fantasy baseball statistics at the end of the day. It doesn't usually require much brainpower at all. Just a bit of converting and sorting, and then I can look at them and see if they added up to anything. I'm sure this is also why Solitaire, Minesweeper, and Spyder continue to draw so many users, when there are lots of more "challenging" games out there.

Um, and I suppose this is why not every Patio Boat post is chock full of original thought or even genuine grammar. Sometimes my fingers are writing them long after my brain has checked out for the day.

Type, my fingers, type.
End the post with a haiku,
And then let's go home.