As with any period of time when you’re preparing for something and very conscious of everything that has to be done before it happens, this week is flying in. It’s Thursday already, I think to myself with something approaching a sense of amazement, mentally checking off deadlines that need to be met for work, and then outside of work — social events, domestic duties — before my family gets here. And even beyond that; things I need to do or that need to be done next week, while my family’s here.
It’s an impressively stressful, distracting time, making me mentally scattered at exactly the wrong time, because that’s the way these things work out. Subsconsciousnesses are, without doubt, the least helpful things at times.