Yet, thinking is exactly what I am under the gun to be doing, supposedly because I can think, and fact check and do all those things.
To make everything more complicated in the 90 degree heat and the stupendous humidity, when I settle in to do today's quota of pages, the primary library I use, for no reason, locked out my log-in, declaring either i.d. or password was fraudulent, or maybe both. Reset password, still I am not a user the system recognizes as legitimate.
I phone and am told stupid stuff by someone who doesn't know how things work. I go to two different places (it's a huge research facility with special collections in different locations) -- the first one is closed on Saturdays, though it was open on Saturdays last month -- and am instantly re-legitimized manually, thereby learn that I have materials from ILL waiting -- but at another library elsewhere.
The upshot is, I spent over three hours out in the sun and humidity that I should have used for fact checking and so on and so forth. Plus another hour + prior to noon, doing the usual Saturday errands, hoping to be finished before it hit 90, though it was already 90, but I didn't know that.
And -- it's Fall Fashion Week! Every female college student with the least pretension to a career in Fashion is in the City. (So then, how come all the bar - restaurants are packed and nobody's in the designers' stores -- yes, I live where every designer has a loss leader flagship store.) Bumper to bumper traffic for some reason -- even at 10 AM -- on Houston. And many tourists with melting down screaming children who are not enjoying their MILFs shopping til they drop for themselves.
I came home, soaked from head to toe -- mentioned, didn't I, the humidity? Drank over a quart of water at one go. Then I gave thanks to the Great Air Conditioner for our reliable, sturdy little unit which keeps our (small) place a cool cave.
All of us sometimes have days like this. It really could be worse. O yes, easily, a whole lot worse.