Blatant self-pity: I simply cannot believe how much time I've spent in this office chair today*. I always think it's just a "busy week," but I'm coming to realize it's been a couple of years since I had a week that wasn't pretty much like this. (And I usually work on the weekends, too.)
Sobering perspective: When you're supporting your family on a freelance income, the only thing worse than having too much to do is having too little.
Healthy goal: Still, it would be great if I could find a way to swing Sundays off on a regular basis.
Perpetual stumper: Where did the time to train for the Ironman even come from?
* Self-pitying footnote: 14 hours and counting, minus food and bathroom breaks.