Turns out I do have a backbone after all.
Friday I worked from ten in the morning until 5 the next morning so that I could get a friggin' manual out that people really, really wanted.
Saturday I slacked off, only working a couple hours. It wasn't until Sunday that I put in another decent day's work.
I was tired -- burnt out -- but I felt that at least I'd earned the right to take it easy at work on Monday.
So I felt pretty darn relaxed when I walked into the office Monday morning. Where I was told that I would have to do all the work over again.
Exercise du jour: Walked 2-1/2 miles.