But the road keeps coming at you, and you find no place to rest...

One of the things I'm liking less about the dayjob beat -- although this isn't entirely the dayjob's fault, but also my overfull plate o' projects -- is that I spend a lot of time very tired or kind of brainburnt. So on the weekend I sleep and sort of let my brain cool, and by the time it's fit for work again it's late Saturday night. Which leaves me one functional day to do any writing: Sunday, between the laundry and groceries and cleaning and what social time there is and so forth and and. And, well. Late Saturday night. Like now.

I think I went through most of a pint of Haagen-Dazs (coffee caramel, thankya), two pots of tea (apple ginger and Stash acai) and five tea lights, but I got some work done tonight.

I need to find a way to balance my life out enough that this, just this, doesn't feel like a monumental accomplishment.