Last week was a write-off, productivity-wise, so now I’m hunkered down in a hotel lobby trying to make myself do things I was supposed to do long before today.
Obviously, I’m writing this instead, but at least I’m producing something. Something tangible, or at least visible to the outside world.
This is how we keep ourselves sane when everything is craz…
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