After a night of not particularly restful sleep, I decided to indulge myself and took a long, hot relaxing bath. Nothing works out the mental and physical kinks like an hour-long soak in the tub.
Now I will get dressed, go to Mass, and figure out what to do with the rest of my day.
One of the things that I won't miss if I join the monastery: an overbearing boss ruining my weekend.
The reason for my restless night: I received an email from my boss "advising" us that the next month is not going to be business as usual. We will be expected to work evenings, Saturdays, Sundays, whatever it takes to complete our current project - a project for which he is personally responsible. It's not putting too fine a point on things to say that his and several other people's jobs are on the line.
My involvement with this project has been somewhat on the fringes; my part of the project is very small, and my serious work doesn't really start until April, when everyone else's heavy lifting is done. Still, I have sneaking suspicion that if things fall apart with this project, I won't escape blame on some of it. I've done everything I'm supposed to, and I've done all that I can get done during weekend hours. Monday will be a flurry of activity, and I doubt I'll get home much before 9:00.
Damn. Now I'm tense again. Time for another hot soak.