And Four Becomes Two

Some people are lucky enough to have weekends, although I am convinced that does not represent reality for the majority of workers anymore.

Two days.

I am lucky. My weekends are four days. But after only two weeks back to work, four may as well be two.

Isn't that just like a human?

As I move through those four days it feels luxurious. Until I get to Tuesday. Staring down the barrel of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

Then I wonder what the hell I accomplished in those four days. Anything positive? Moving forward?

Apparently I have not yet learned to think incrementally versus apocalyptically.