Today was not a bad day. It was just like every other day this week, though, with a breakneck pace and no actual work that got done. By me, anyway. Other people might be having better luck. And I get it, kind of. I’m managing a process now, and I have other people (will someday have other people – that’s part of what we’ve been having meetings about this week) who have to do the stuff that needs to get done, so I’m not as hands on as I’m used to being, but deadlines are looming and I feel like I need to say I’ve accomplished something! I’m a little worn out. A little frazzled. A little (a lot) in need of extra hours in the day with no meetings. Except who wants more hours at work? Also, who wants to keep talking about work once they’re at home? Not me.
John called to tell me he was just leaving the office and to apologize for how late it is. I’m feeling weak-willed because I have no energy and my head is pounding (and not just the part that’s still tender from my encounter with the window yesterday), so I asked him to be the voice of reason and say “No, we can’t order Chinese food. We’re having ravioli or stir fry or something that’s already in the house and is relatively good for us.” But since it’s so late, and neither of us wants to deal with cooking and cleaning up, he failed in his duty (as the voice of reason) and told me that if Chinese food is the only thing that will make me feel better, then that’s what we should have for dinner. And I gave in. Because I’m weak. Our local Chinese place should hang our picture on the wall. (This hasn’t been a good week for healthy dinners.)