My goals for the past Memorial Day weekend are clearly stated in the first two verses of this song. And got’dammit I needed it because the pace of my life has been breakneck. Two days back at work, and it almost doesn’t feel like I’ve had a break.
I had I week where I had meetings on 3 out of the 4 edges of campus. I’ve “achieved” the level where I have to leave a meeting early just so I can arrive 10 minutes late to my next one. Where it’s up to me to make executive decisions about which meetings to beg off meetings, or face walks like this.
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Hell no. |
For these, and other reasons, I’ve been on silent running. Every day is a battle to reclaim energy to have a high-level of executive functioning the next day. I’ve time-shifted this entry–I’m sleeping as this goes out. It’s fine for now. But my life just hasn’t left me much to talk about on teh social medias on a daily basis without sounding like I’m just aching and moaning.
I am catching up, though. I’m closer to it than I’ve been in a long time, but not as close as I want to be. I’ll get there soon. And then, that’s when the last verse of “Funk 50” will become relevant.