16 hour days

I hate sixteen hour days.  But fortunately, they only happen once a year or so.
And the reason for the last three hours was that I needed to supervise the rowing club elections:  a duty that I've taken on gladly as part of my role as faculty advisor. 
My real day was much shorter: even with an extra meeting schedule at the end of the day,  I was still home less than 11 hours after I left for work.

Yours, close to ready for bed: but first I need to decompress...
N.