It's 7:11 in the morning, and I've already been up an hour. Today is the day I need to finish packing up my car, finish up at work (to the greatest extent possible - there's a bit of a Sisyphusian quality to my clerkship, with an infinite amount of work I could be doing but, unlike Sisyphus, fortunately, not an eternity of damnation to spend doing it), get my haircut (which unfortunately requires an hour commute each way), meeting a friend for lunch, and then driving to the middle of Nevada.
But it's practically a day off compared to tomorrow, when I have to drive 1010 miles, and learn to speak fluent German.