Half past five, Monday morning. Yearly Monday-after-the-Super Bowl-I-am-not-coming-to-work-today
phone call in about three hours, no use to go to bed anymore. After the call a couple hours of sleep and then late lunch and some long overdue personal errands in the city.
Every year I promise to guys on Friday I'm not staying home on Monday though Super Bowl's kick off is half past midnight our time and watching the game traditionally includes some drinking and after the game some phone calls and chat with mates.
Every year I call on Monday morning telling I'm not coming today.
Long live traditions!