This past week, I once again logged the days of my week. What began as a typical week for me, hit a wall by mid-week. Between waking up in the middle of the night on Tuesday/Wednesday morning in a freakish amount of pain, Wednesday was pretty much a wash for me. Thursday started off normal, but by noon, news of a co-worker's passing put a crashing halt to the day as well as Friday.
Instead of legitimately taking the days off, I focused on projects I was working on that were either nearing completion or things that I didn't want to fall behind on. I also decided to work one week ahead on a class I'm taking (which begins next week.) You will however see that I have two hours in which I wrote down nothing because I did nothing—I was pretty much staring out into the yard.
One thing that I made an conscience effort on was e-mail. My goal was to cut it to 10 hours or less for the week, and had it not been for Thursday's news, there's no doubt I would have been over those hours.
Hopefully the next time I attempt this, it will be a normal week in which my husband and I are actually together and our schedule's aren't completely out of whack.