I thought I had a semblance of a schedule this week. I've made peace with the fact that the Red Room of Doom is going to require yet another coat (that's a coat of tinted primer plus three coats of the red -- but having done all this work, I'm not going to start scrimping now). Some other issues have been resolved. I was feeling pretty good.
Remember how I blogged last week about stress and how a lack of control over your work load gives it to you?
Well, guess what? Something's come up that has to be done immediately. And it's not something I can do in an hour or two, or even half a day. Maybe some authors can, but not me.
So all those things I was going to do this week? Forget it. My schedule has gone the way of the dodo.
On the other hand, I'm really, really glad I wasn't on holiday, and the things I had scheduled can be moved. Or else instead of feeling mildly stressed? I'd be losing a lot of sleep.