I do not like this time of year. My life feels very compartmentalized. There is work. And there is a very little bit of not work. I leave for the office when it is dark. I get home late when it is dark. When home, by the time I throw together a little dinner, take the dog out to do his business and check the computer it is time for bed. Then it seems I just turn around and do it again. The cuts we made in staff and our (paid) hours are now pinching. Seems we are getting the work but don't trust that it's here for the long run. So we work our butts off and work the butts off of our support and it seems there's a lot left in the air. Big chunks of my weekends have been spent on yet more work and some volunteering for causes I eagerly support. Those are times I really enjoy. But it feels like something is missing. Especially during the week. Think I am missing movies and going out with friends. (Everyone is busy with work right now it seems). I am missing doing anything creative: my Muse is out of town I guess. And I miss having someone else around the house. This morning when I drove to work I was actually missing being married. Kind of surprised me.
I realize in this economy that I am so very, very lucky to have a job and work to do. I don't waste much time worrying about the uncertain workload down the road. It certainly is not as dependable as it was a few years ago. But so far my personal load has not backed off much. And I still have trouble getting the support I need since I had to let go of my #one assistant. But others are doing amazing stretches to help me. I am overdue on a gazillion things, it feels like. And posting this post is not helping that. So I'm back to the desk and the work at hand. (insert heavy sigh here....)