It's Sunday afternoon, a little before 3 pm, and I sit at my desk, contemplating the same question I address almost every weekend: To work, or not to work?

On one hand, there's no reason not to. I only need a couple of hours to get on top of a project and it's not like I'm sitting around splitting the atom. Blair and I went for a run this morning, then cleaned house, read the paper, I took a 30 minute nap, and then plopped down on the couch to catch the last twenty minutes of Shakespeare in Love.  Blair is working upstairs and there's nothing preventing me from doing a bit of work and so starting the work week a step ahead.

On the other hand...