Working at home, I sometimes forget how exhausting an office can be. Everyone is being tremendously supportive, but there’s nowhere to lie down at lunch.
I’d planned to write tonight, but came home early, ate light from the Chinese restaurant down the street, and have been slowly handling email and administrative stuff ever since. I’m flat again. Which is to be expected, given the general stress of travel et cetera. I’m hoping I’m not bottomed out all week — I really need to get this novella finished, and I want all my energy for San Francisco.
As usual, I may have bitten off more than I can chew. I am taking it very easy outside my firm obligations in order to compensate.