A very long, extraordinarily-long week at work. 10, 12, 14 hour days without break, busy, busy, busy.
And today - finally, the long-anticipated and over-rated day off.
Now there's no way I can do everything I have to do today, I have to prioritize, given the season it will be Christmas Gifts.
No luck.
2nd Priority - Nap.
Now this is highly successful.
And then there's food (eat out), and groceries (Toilet Paper), as a bonus I clear the fridge of fruit and vegetables that have languished there since July (surprisingly not moldy, just dessicated), and then there's the few moments to myself where I can breathe and gather my thoughts.
And I find, curiously, that there are none.
There are an abundance of notes, copious notes, documents, wordpad jottings, journals and sheets of loose papers filled with scribblings, but in my head there's nothing.
It's empty. Completely empty.
I search, vainly, for something, anything, I must have a thought? An opinion? So many projects outstanding, lists of things to do, but in my head? Nothing.
Zen Masters, they spend years upon mountain-tops striving for this, thorny paths filled with tribulations, me, a couple of weeks of non-stop work has gotten me to the same space.
2 weeks of non-stop work, a couple of weeks to go, and there isn't a thought in my head....