So it was a doomed effort. Either I was going to not succeed and be tired, or I was going to not succeed and only be a little bit tired. While I did get some work done, ultimately, the latter won out--I was not going to get what I needed. But I did cut down on my workload enough that I think if I can repeat the effort tonight, I might be able to get it all out. Well, maybe not all out, but mostly.
And I need that. My sister said it best. "You're running out of time." And I am. Very much so.
I need to get started.