The week has been a blur. Last weekend was a lovely, relaxing one, and it was good to know that the working weekend ahead was a shorter one.
So how come a four-day week has felt twice as long? It's felt more like an epic bloody journey than a mere few hectic days too.
I'm doing a small amount of work Saturday and Sunday as well. Not much, and nothing taxing - but just enough to stop me from being able to fully unwind.