Ever since I returned from China two weeks ago, I worked and worked. (Here, working means finishing a research paper that is nicknamed TPTNE--the paper or project that never ends.) I worked on both Saturday and Sunday after I returned on Friday, and I worked last weekend and again this weekend. No, I am not a robot, and the thought of having to work every day for 16 days straight (without taking even one day off) drives me mad.
So, I took a serious break from working today (Sunday). Oh, I did work for a while first. I decided to re-organize a small bookshelf. Yes, it's small, and therefore portable. It turned out, under a 2-mm thick of loose dust, there was some stuff that belonged to an eight years old. I also found the first manuscript that I ever edited for fee... Time went by too quickly; there went (to trash chute) the things from 12 years ago (when we moved to Hawaii) and from five years ago (when I started my editing company).
It was physically exhausting, but mentally relaxing. After that, I was able to rest for a while and returned to work, again... Hopefully, I will not have to work next weekend!