You all know this song, so here's the abridged version. Fourteen hour work day, 6 hours of it in an outage response meeting that was filled with finger pointing, hand waving, wild accusations, straw-grasping and no resolution. Crappy drive home with malfunctioning truck (throwing four diagnostic codes now, how exciting) in even worse weather did wonders for my tension -- it's always more interesting if you don't actually know you're going to get home. Hour of shoveling driveway, collapse into bed at some hour of the morning after midnight. Got three hours of sleep because e-mail kept waking me up (needed to check them and be ready for a phone call due to the outage).
Climb out of bed ass-early, shovel, take out the garbage and start the new day on a wonderful drive into the office.
However, to keep things in perspective, I quote Ozzy: It could be worse. I could be Sting.