Either insanely busy or not-at-all and little in-between
Her: Do you want some ice cream?
Me: Nah, I’m good. (five minutes later) Actually, that looks pretty good, can I have a few bites of your…
Her: Touch it and I’ll kick you in the face.
Finished up with this massive project last week so I’ve had a bit of downtime again.
With how my work is structured, I’m usually either insanely busy or not at all. There’s scant in-between.
I’m also at a age/position in my work life where I don’t actually have to show up anywhere as long as the work’s done. It’s a plus of being 40, I suppose.
Because of that, it takes me a little while to get used to having time to myself; feel almost guilty that I’m not doing something work related.
But then as I finally get used to downtime, I’ll get an email from a client that goes, Logan! Hey, I have a question for you.
Still, for the next three days at least, my plans are meeting up with a friend for drinks, working on some rapier/dagger fencing, some wrasslin, and a stack of magazines.
All the while, I’m listening for that sound that my computer makes when that email inevitably comes in telling me to get back to work.
!Ding!
Location: my apartment, waiting for it
Mood: rested
Music: Maggie advances to the final. Who knew that she had the goods?
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