*humming about mad dogs and englishmen*
I get that song stuck on my head when trying to make myself work on hot days. Almost every time.
Sadly I shot myself in the foot, this time — I overslept and then…
Ack, the number of times where that’s happened. The delay to wait for something that should be happening early, then the knock on effects on everything else, and then finally the cursing because it’s made it un-do-able or un-comfortable.
Usually I feel that knowing what’ll happen in the future would be really, really handy in planning the present.