The last 7 to 9 days have been particularly bad. Those days that I’ve worked, pretty much every bit of energy I had has gone into trying to make deadlines there.
Last night was the first commute home from work since February 6 that I didn’t feel it was a struggle to walk the last block (or more) to the house. Even the day I drove in, I had to sit in the car for a few minutes after I parked to work up the energy to pick up my laptop bag and walk into the house.
And what did I wind up doing? I read, finishing off the book that I’ve been reading on my morning bus rides the last few weeks.
Maybe I needed a recharge before I can get writing again.