I could honestly write an essay about the conflict between my stack of work and my frame of time. That would be quite counter-productive, and I already know I'm preaching to the choir; time is in constant demand. I should just submit myself to this week of looking and feeling like a zombie. Hopefully my effort will start equating to progress. I've been running up hill and not getting anywhere. No. I've been running up hill and it keeps getting taller.