Mercury Retrograde, or Something

Some weeks, my daemon hides in the walls and drinks beer and generally tries not to work.

The week started with some very deep thought and introspection by me, and it's inspired a sort of Zen state of affairs; and this in and of itself is not a bad thing nor a hindrance, but it was exhausting to get to it, and when coupled with having plans with friends for four of the next five days and plans with family and friends on the fifth, I am not optimistic for getting a great deal of intense creative work done; and the pressure placed on tonight as my only definitively free night this week was so great that it was an uphill canoe trip just to get editing done on Book 1, Part 11 of Not Providence.

Fortunately, that editing is done, and plans may yet destabilize on one day or another, or end early, or something of that nature; and after this week is next week, and the week after that. Though I do have to say that now I really do not understand the overscheduled lives that some people of my acquaintance lead—is this maybe how people who aren't writing or otherwise artificing most nights fill their time?