It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late…Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
I like Longfellow’s poems a lot, but this line just strikes me as funny, I don’t know why.
(In his original draft, he’d written: It is too soon! Ah, nothing is too soon…if you can stay in bed ’til afternoon.)
There’s a wonderful photography blog here on WP (JaneLuriePhotography.com), which recently published a cool nighttime shot of a building with just one apartment lit up.
It reminded me, that I’d once taken a cellphone shot of an office building with the same situation, really late on a Sunday night. It just looked pretty lonely, almost kinda creepy.
And it’s hard not to wonder.
A copywriter, needing a brilliant pitch for a client by Monday morning? An accountant missing 17 cents on the International Grit & Abrasives Inc. account? A junior attorney, who realized a perfectly comprehensible paragraph somehow slipped into a rental lease agreement?
A crooked developer, scheming with Russian gangsters to fix an election?
An intern from the mailroom, running off some cryptocurrency on the company’s mainframe?
Or perhaps it was a photoblogger, who turned on the lights, and then looked down, took a picture of me, down on the street, looking up & snapping a picture of the only lighted office?
OK, I guess these are all pretty far-fetched.
Well, whatever, and whoever you are up there – – pack it in, go home, before we have to fetch a doctor.
CNN: “People who work an average of 11 or more hours per day have a 67 percent higher risk of suffering a heart attack or dying from heart disease than people who work a standard seven- to eight-hour day, according to a new study in the Annals of Internal Medicine. Those who work between 10 and 11 hours per day have a 45 percent higher risk.”