Yesterday was my first day off in recent memory. I didn't have to do anything or go anywhere, and I regret it only slightly that I did nothing at all. Wearing flannels and a bathrobe, cooking stir-fried leftovers watching Clue with the volume turned up in the other room; that was me. After all the seemingly drudgery of the past couple of weeks, I needed some time to clear the cobwebs out of my skull.
Today, it took about two hours to undo all that relaxation. The boss wanted to prioritize our to-do list some more. But when it's as long as ours, prioritizing isn't so much deciding what needs to be done more as it is deciding what we can put off. Nothing stresses me out like seeing all my various and equally urgent tasks piled up in front of me like some insurmountable mountain.
Seriously though, the day off did help. I'm back on my game again! (Or at least as precariously perched as I usually am)
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