The problem with six day weeks isn’t days one through five. Those days are fine. Long and filled with silliness, but fine.
Nope it’s the 6th day. That’s the shitty day. The day when one hurts as soon as me gets out of bed. The day when one can’t seem to focus or remember much for longer than a few minutes.
Sunday, I got up, shuffled to the kitchen and stared into the fridge for about a minute before I realized that everything inside had gone bad and would need to be thrown out.
I then did laundry, shuffled around aimlessly and then went back to bed.
I’ve started out our last week tired and unable to think – and this week will most likely be 14 hours every day with 10 hour turnaround every night.
So I come home and make some incoherent notes and then go to bed.
The posts are there, I just haven’t gotten to them yet – When I can, I’ll go back and actually post them. I know it’s ‘blog cheating’, but it’ll still be entertaining, I promise.
I’m off to work after the Monday 10 hour turnaround for the Tuesday 14 hour day.