At the beginning of the week, I received more complaints from the same angry bird. My mental fatigue was heavy on Monday, and I lost my temporal bearings by Tuesday. I watched Senator Cory Booker filibuster for 25 hours. Then, “Liberation Day” happened.
Midweek, I became rooted in my work, with no time to prepare, think, or breathe—endless requests to fulfill. I had to mitigate activities between time zones on Thursday, followed by a last-minute assignment to cover someone’s project next Monday and Tuesday.
All of my plans to get caught up evaporated to the bare essentials. I did what I needed to do. By the end of the week, the angry bird shared an enormous compliment.
Write Now and Later 