Stopping by the Blog on a Planning Evening
Apologies to Robert Frost
Whose night this is too well I know.
My laptop in the dark aglow;
I will not be asleep soon I fear,
Plan with data the life I know.
My little cat must think it weird
That everyone else is aslumber here,
Once again sorting data to differentiate,
Challenged to do this each day of the year.
Much to do in these lessons I make,
Scant hours before I wake,
No other sound–my house now sleeps.
Sleep deprived habit I must break.
Yet these plans are lovely, data filled and deep,
with the data I must keep,
Spreadsheets to sort before I sleep,
Spreadsheets to sort before I sleep.