I'm not sure how anyone gets any work done in this heat and humidity. All Mark and I want to do is nap.
The toughest part of my job right now is the lack of stress, if that makes any sense. For the first time in a while, I don't have impossible deadlines. I'm not staying long hours in the office to do the work of three people, or obsessively checking my emails from home.
Mark is the same way. Without a deadline, he is a restless soul. When he's not working, Mark will go through all of our drawers and bookshelves and organize them, clean everything from the fridge to the shower, take drives around with Clive, then call me for suggestions on what to do.
With my excess energy, I've been going to the gym 6 days a week. I know. Insane, eh? I'm not sure where this is coming from, but I hope it's for good.
I think most people work best under pressure, don't you?
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