A hellish week-and-a-half

Where do the days go? Amidst the fear of massive layoffs at work, I’ve been slaving away on a very demanding project, which has kept me going in 14-hour workdays. Leave the house by 6:30 am, back home by 9:30 pm, a short “how was your day?” session with my wife, and then to sleep so I can start it all over again in a few hours. Add to that something weird going on with my brain (which I am in the process of writing up in one of my long, rambling essays), refinancing the house, my wife’s worsening relationships with her staff, and coping with the expanding non-litterbox litterbox range of one of our cats…