Relief?
Today is the second day of my weekend. I have not had a weekend in six weeks. I can only take comfort in tradition at this point. An average of 80 hours/week in combination with a late night work emergency saw my boss finally having the Come to Jesus moment regarding the amount of time we've been spending there. He hit critical mass on Friday afternoon after being there from 2am without so much as a thank you from the plant manager, brought us to the point of tears with a noble speech and proceeded to shove us all out of the building as quickly as he could. I haven't heard from him since. Most days would see a flurry of texts before bedtime about what we need to accomplish within the first few hours of tomorrow, even on a Saturday. This is literally the first weekend I've had to myself in six weeks.
Yesterday I could barely move for how exhausted I was. I spent the day on the couch drinking iced water and tea, playing Bioshock Infinite and Persona 3. I imagine today will look much the same, but with more showering.
I had half a mind to go to temple today, but the thought of sitting/standing/walking for so long made my bruised knees ache. So I opted for my simpler tradition of coming to Starbucks for coffee while I watch folks until I feel like going home. We'll see how far I end up in my day. The heat is quite prohibitive when it comes to activity (you know, like eating), but today shouldn't be as bad as yesterday in that respect. For now, I plan to finish my gorgeous hazelnut mocha, walk to the produce stand to see what veggies I can score, and enjoy my stroll home.
In short: I'm not dead, I just feel that way. The project at work is not over, but hopefully our boss can see the light about our situation.