I am taking the slightest of breaks before I push my nose against the grindstone again and rub all the skin off my face. I will be very happy when this day is over, when this project is over, and I don't wake up at 5am thinking about it or having dreams about it or eating lunch at my desk so I can get that one last thing in under the wire.

Maybe this weekend I will make macaroni and cheese.

I should probably walk around the block to clear my head, but I'm afraid if I stop much longer all the thoughts will fall out.