Time is absolutely crawling. Longest week. Ever.
For some reason, I felt much more busy and productive at home on bed rest than I do at work this week. While on bed rest one hour just melted into the next and there was no schedule other than morning shots and evening suppositories. At work, everything is scheduled. The clock rules everything and it just ticks by every so slowly.
It's not that things aren't busy at work. They are. In fact I should probably be working longer hours than I am and I should probably have more of a sense of urgency around certain projects right now. But I don't. I just don't care right now.
I feel like life is moving in slow motion and that it just stops at Sunday. Sunday is either a dead end or a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There is nothing beyond Sunday. I can't think past Sunday. Work moves on without me. Meetings for next week get added to my calendar, deadlines approach, people discuss next week, next month, this summer, etc. But none of it exists for me right now.
This is not the best way to live your professional life. I don't think my work product is suffering for it, but I certainly am not getting through things as fast as I normally would. While it obviously bothers me enough to write about it here, it isn't bothering me nearly as much as I would have expected. I guess there's only room in my head for one obsession and nothing else.
In case you are all wondering, I have pretty much decided not to POAS. At all. I'm just to scared to do it. Of course, I reserve the right to change my mind. And I reserve the right to test at home and (shhh) not tell anyone (including all of you in blogland). Heh.