Perhaps I’ve spent more time working on Canvas than it would be wise to. I got a pile of delayed work to struggle with, and I’m lightly reforming my house so it’s looking like a mess. My cat’s PTSD [serious] and my messy biological clock don’t help either.
But even then… I’m happy? Like someone who woke up after sleeping comfortably, and now stretches their muscles. Reworking on some old personal projects alongside the work, and cracking out shitty jokes. I also got a huge bottle of wine with my name on it, that I’m chugging on. Seeing the improvements in my place is also filling me with genuine joy, and makes the mess well worth it.
My week is actually really good!
Perhaps I’ve spent more time working on Canvas than it would be wise to. I got a pile of delayed work to struggle with, and I’m lightly reforming my house so it’s looking like a mess. My cat’s PTSD [serious] and my messy biological clock don’t help either.
But even then… I’m happy? Like someone who woke up after sleeping comfortably, and now stretches their muscles. Reworking on some old personal projects alongside the work, and cracking out shitty jokes. I also got a huge bottle of wine with my name on it, that I’m chugging on. Seeing the improvements in my place is also filling me with genuine joy, and makes the mess well worth it.