Last weekend, I spent both days in my office. Tomorrow and Sunday I’ll be back there again.
I’m not loving this, but there just isn’t any way around it. I have proposals due, and they don’t write themselves. And they aren’t casual, “Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if we had some extra money for new programming?” kinds of proposals. No, these are the ones that will keep the core of my program up and running, these are the do-or-die kind. Not only do they need to be written, we need to get them. Period.
I’m not working alone. Last week, Mopsy and my boss were both here on Sunday, too. And they’ll be here both days this weekend. So there’s the whole comeraderie thing going on. And that means a lot.
Still. Two weekends in a row? It has me feeling … stressed … worn out … When, exactly, was it that I was lazing on that verandah overlooking the Caribbean Sea? Feels like about 25 years ago right now.
But tonight I took a break. Tonight I went to see a wild bunch of friends, one of whom arrived with Thin Mints and Tagalongs for me! So maybe life’s not so bad after all.
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