Wrung Out

Despite working from home on a fairly quiet day (I really think, nay hope, that the downstairs construction is winding down) and actually putting away most of the laundry, I still feel buried under my workload. I know this too shall pass, but it's been like this all week so far, and the older I get the less able I am to rebound. Maybe I'll catch up with my inbox tomorrow in the Manhattan office; for today I've done all I'm capable of doing.