Yesterday was one of those days.
It started early and ended late.
And I was so encumbered by demands on my typing fingers, that I was essentially rendered useless.
There was a p a r a l y t i c amount of work to be done.
Accompanied by a Torquemada-like crush of meetings.
Consequently, I ran out around 3:15 to get lunch.
On the way back into the building, I ran into an HR-guy.
"How's it going," he asked.
"Well, I'm eating lunch at almost 4 o'clock," I replied.
He answered as only a bureaucrat could.
A combination of Monty Python and Franz Kafka as written by Arthur Koestler.
"Well, you gotta eat," was his reply.
And he went on his (merry) way.