The second half of this last week was occupied by Marty’s birthday, so there were plenty of goings-on to take the place of cold hard productivity. Today, after a solid six hours of catching up, I was chatting with Angel about the effect social weekends have on me. A weekend without working, to me, is somehow like being denied food—by Monday morning, I’m perishing of malnutrition and that first good half hour of accomplishment is like my first meal in ages.
And so on any given Monday, especially today, I feel increasing amounts of relief, such relief! Yes, work can get old and I must always be careful not to burn myself out, but I pine all weekend for Monday morning. When I’m back at my desk, fueling the machine… that’s better than caffeine.
And you know how I feel about caffeine.
