May 11, 2003
As I shuttled from task to task I realized with sudden clarity the extent to which my current job dictates my life. The military precision with which I schedule my weekends is a small part but that which troubles me the most. It is not possible to simply relax for two days, there are too many facts of Life to see to, to organize and prioritize. Something must give, must loosen up. I cannot endure a month of what this last week has been and yet the coming weeks stretch out before me, an awful parody of an endless summer.