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The thought occurred to me in passing today (because “in passing” is the only way anything happens when you don’t make plans or at least don’t stick to them) that I could do this every week. I could work this hard every Monday through Thursday, and then I’d have the rest of the week to relax. Or whatever it is people do when they’re not working.
Then I took stock of how down and drained I’ve been feeling the last couple of days, and how much of the usual joie de vivre has been sucked out of my heart by staying hunched over the keyboard until ten, rattling around the house until two, and then getting up at eight because someone decided that was a fine time for my phone to start jangling.
I don’t know, maybe I need a vacation?
It got so bad that I bailed on a family function tonight. It wasn’t because I couldn’t spare the time (although it’s a good thing I didn’t, because the Boss was desperate for someone to type something for him at 6:00 pm, and since he couldn’t find anyone else he called on me). It wasn’t because I couldn’t spare the time (did I say that already?), but because I’m totally out of gas, or whatever it is that makes me want to jump in the river life instead of letting it roll over me like oozing sludge.
So anyway, I guess that’s why I don’t keep this kind of schedule during a normal week. I need to sleep a little later, and I need to take a break now and then during the day. Mostly, I need not to feel squeezed by time and overwhelmed by the sheer volume of paper I have to produce. Given that, though, I have to admit it feels gooooood to have the whole week’s work behind me on Wednesday night, so that all I have to do Thursday is pick up the loose ends and dodge any incoming missiles. | 
