So last night I worked until 3am. I didn't really get started until around 5 in the afternoon, so it's not like I was pulling a heroic 18-hour day. More like I overslept and had a lot of crap (bike repair, errands, etc) to deal with and so I made the executive decision to pull a swing shift.

It works for me, the late-night style. It's quiet. The only other people I have to interact with are fellow late-nite workers. I can focus more easily.

This can pretty quickly turn into a nocturnal workaholic lifestyle. Like a devoted lush might with booze -- close out a bar every night, crawl back in around 2pm -- I feel a pull to let the rhythms of labor determine my schedule. I can still do conference calls, meetings and all that jazz, because unlike an alkie I don't have a lengthy boot-up process. I can pretty much get up at any time, suck down a coffee and be lucid for at least 90 minutes before getting punchy if, say, I only got 45 minutes sleep or something.

Yet I really wonder about giving in to this lifestyle. Work is going to hit a peak this winter, which is a good time to hit a peak when you're working online and indoors; it's a shit time to leave the house, anyway. But I'm hesitant to give in. I know I have a less than completely healthy relationship with work, and I need to exercise my will here, lay down some more structure, routine.

Nothing new here, really. Focus, Koenig. Focus. That's my turn on Ali's rumble young man rumble.