Why are the weekends never enough? I really pushed myself at work on Friday and then collapsed on Saturday and then Sunday went into high gear around the house. I've spent the last few hours at work responding to email, making some notes for a presentation and I'm thinking, now what do I do. It's certainly not like there isn't anything to do. It's just that the day is broken up by meetings, so there are certain tasks I can't tackle. And the whole week looks like this. Plus, my brain is just tired.
Oh, and did I mention there's a bulldozer driving over the ceiling of my office, shaking the whole building? Yeah, there is.
What would I rather be doing instead? Sleeping and reading, I think. I'll get out of the slump, I'm sure, but man, Monday hit me hard.