The last few days have been a struggle, and the struggle is set to continue into the few ahead. It isn't that there's one single thing I need to do that's causing that familiar sense of being ever-so-slightly overwhelmed, a sense of needing to come up sometimes for a mouthful of air before becoming immersed once more in whatever it is that urgently needs to be done. In fact, each single thing is no big deal. But dealing with the confluence that comprises the urgent necessities of my working life is wearing, to say the least.
The irony is that I'm officially on holiday.