This is what I found myself blurting out loud a few days ago. Tuesdays are always really long days under the normal circumstances, starting with getting up at 6am to go swim, followed by class from 9 to 10:30, and another from 11 to 12:30, with yet another from 5 to 8. In between I usually have a thousand errands and assignments to take care of, thus scattering my flagging energies even further.
This week I didn't even go swimming, yet Tuesday still sucked the life out of me. I had to run around and get donations for the public interest auction, one of the things I need to do if I want to be eligible for a grant for public interest work this summer (I still don't know what I'm doing, so I need to keep my options open.) I didn't know how long it would take, so I left school during my long break and went to the neighborhood I was canvassing. My efforts went well, and I got what I needed with some time left before the next class. So I went home and flopped on the bed for an hour. I normally hate doing that - I hate coming home in the middle of the day because I over-relax and then can't get myself together enough to go out again.
But when it was time I scraped myself up and started the walk to school. In a tired daze I turned the corner, a corner I usually only walk past in the mornings. Suddenly I got confused about what time it was. Thus my exasperated comment once I realized I was still working on the same day.
I'm happy now to be through the week. It's been particularly taxing and stressful - more so than normal - for a variety of reasons. I got a little frayed at the edges, and then started to run out steam. So much so that a nasty germ was able to evade my defenses and take up residence in my sinuses. Just in time for spring break, which begins tomorrow, thank goodness...