I've been buried under work for the last week and it has greatly diminished my sense of humor. But on Wednesday, when Zach brought in the mail, I saw this picture (an ad for something I can't remember!), and it cracked me up:
This picture of a crying baby at a desk in (grown up) work clothes pretty much sums up how I am feeling these days. All work and no play makes Mindy scream in agony. I've been wondering if working is like exercising, and that at some point, the endorphins will kick in and I'll start being a happy camper. So far, that hasn't happened for me. I have to stay buried and keep on keeping on. Will try and write more whenever I surface for air.