This must be manic.

I was up all night, doing long overdue tasks around the house mostly housekeeping. I finally forced myself to lay down when I heard the birds. I’d been full of energy and accomplishing so much. I didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t. I’d been avoiding these chores for months and I was so ashamed. I’m out biking but can’t wait to get back to it. Feel like it might be another productive evening. I think I finally tired of reporting back to work after the weekend and having nothing to show for my “free time.” Is going back to work after 3 days off depressing? Absolutely! But going back with the same to do list from a week ago is worse.