I find myself in the interesting (and, yes, rewarding) position of having plenty to do and a finite amount of time to do it. I wrote about this some on Wednesday, so I won’t belabor the point too much here.
You know what helps with that? Sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. Oh, sleep, you tease. You offer such luxuries, such comfort, such benefit … and then you vanish, leaving me wide awake and painfully aware of the day that awaits me.
I’d say more, but frankly I want to try and sleep now.