I'm having one of those weeks where you just have to keep lurching forward carrying one bag too many in hopes that the bus will be two minutes late, rather than two minutes early (so that you can still make it to your next appointment), but all you really want to do is lie on a beach somewhere, or maybe have a movie marathon, or something, anything, instead of everything on your to-do list.
After next week I have a week vacation from writing - not from work sadly - but still. At the moment I can't tell if I am having writing fatigue or just deadline fatigue (though I suspect the latter.)
So really, this is a very boring post, but also a very real one. Some weeks you're just slogging. This is one of those weeks.