My department weathered the blow of the sudden death of a faculty member almost two weeks ago. We're still reeling a bit, but it's hard to notice when business must must must proceed as usual. The mourning of death and the necessity of continuing to live and work seem so opposed to each other. I just wanted some time to stop and think. Close the office for a day or two. Just be, in honor of the coworker/friend/mentor/professor we lost. But things needed doing, problems in the wake of the death needed solving, and we all had to keep on moving.
With this tragedy and the recent visit of a friend occupying my time, I feel like I haven't gotten anything done in the last week and a half. And the last week and a half seems like it's been the longest week and a half I've ever experienced. (At the very least, it's like, in the top 3.)
I'm hanging on until Friday at 5, when I'm free from the restraints of work for the weekend. I really need this weekend. And I'm glad that it's only a day away. (I love you, tomorrow. But kind of only if your Saturday.)