Late night in the garden level (i.e., basement)

It's a very difference experience spending the entire night working in my office (or the basement beneath my office) than spending the entire night working at home. As I was walking home this morning, I found my mind sliding back to the tutorial I'd run the night before, but it didn't feel like it had ended a full thirteen hours before. It felt close, as if I were still in the same evening, as if the time I spent working had been compressed so that my memory could skip over it and keep its connection with the previous night. I've never had that happen when I stayed up all night at home--there, I'm much more aware that a night has passed, although first light always catches me by surprise.

It's also strange to be walking home as everyone else is arriving for the day, even if it is just to shower and change rather than sleep.

The good news is that the report was well received, although I've been assigned yet more edits and more digging up numbers to back it up. I can probably get it done in a day, but it won't be today--I'm too tired now. Instead, I'm working on editing transcripts, which requires concentration but not much brainpower. I really just want to go home and sleep, but I'm determined to continue to be productive today.