I want to kick my own ass for referencing Office Space only to be the douche that acknowledges that Monday affliction that must-not-be-named, but it has to be done.
Not that the weekend was horrible, but there’s a ton of action packed into the 2 1/2 working days this week and a lack of sleep will really get to a person, you know.
Anyhow, I managed to write our Christmas letter last night, finish up my self evaluation this afternoon and get several minor moving parts better oiled throughout the day. Still, I’m plagued by that lazy malaise I always get this time of year.
A case of the Mondays.
Jenn has me pegged as someone who will never be happy because I don’t “want” happiness, but that’s not it. I’m not a pessimist, but I do enjoy the other guy’s side of the fence. Maybe I’ve just got a meandering eye for the longview. Who knows?
So I’m helplessly (not hopelessly, yet) behind on the novel, but I may yet get back to even over the holiday.
No real point in posting today – I’m actually not that down, at least not as far or as hard as I was last week – but I think it’s worth noting that I may be stuck. Maybe.
Hopefully a happy turkey day will help me gain some perspective, which is never my strong suit. I prefer to pine for what I don’t have yet than appreciate what I’ve attained.