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...
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