|"Melancholy" by Edvard Munch, 1891|
Gosh, all the things I still have to do... they're just piling up. I try not to think about it, but there's only so much benefit avoidance can bring before it starts to hurt.
Back to work then.
What a gift! Yet, at the same time, what a pain. Saying a prayer for anyone else with a load they simultaneously love and loathe to carry.
Back to work.