I used to feel guilty for not working over weekends. Even if Monday is going to be hellish, I try not to now.
Especially if these hellish items didn't come to be until Friday afternoons, as a result of someone else foisting responsibility off on me.
I sleep soundly. Monday is no spring chicken. It's robust enough to fit all of this and tie it off with a bow.
Today, we rest, like the old stories tell us.
Especially if these hellish items didn't come to be until Friday afternoons, as a result of someone else foisting responsibility off on me.
I sleep soundly. Monday is no spring chicken. It's robust enough to fit all of this and tie it off with a bow.
Today, we rest, like the old stories tell us.