Work, work, work for now and likely for at least another month steadily. Sometime in June it should lighten up, but it's hard chargin' and full steam ahead, don't think about it, just do it, go as long as you can, get it done, don't bother with small things, just get it finished . . .
Sometimes I feel like I'm a surfer trapped on top of a wave and I'm simply resigned to my fate--for good or for ill. I'm just along for the ride now and I can't do much to change course, make it better, make it worse.
It simply is and that all that there is.
sigh . . .
Over nineteen (!?!) years of obviousness and nonsense.
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