Risks of Staying Late

I only got here ten hours ago. Yet it's no big deal to go home. Dinner will be there, and work of a more rewarding nature.

But I dallied and dithered and read something somewhere, and looked at email, and lo! there were a bunch new mails, urgent mails, questions, issues, data. Well, but of course. It's just past nine in the morning in Taipei, and just past ten in Tokyo. What the hell should I expect?

They will still be there tomorrow -- my tomorrow. That's the thing to remember. Their today is my tomorrow. Avert the gaze, close the book.