I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP

A month of Mondays would be too much for me, I’d topple and collapse, judging by the week of Mondays I just crawled through. Working until 7 p.m. yesterday saved my bacon today, though. I got enough done in those 3 extra (uninterrupted!) hours that the panic could recede to the point of letting me deal with the usual crazy busyness of a workday without feeling as though my head was going to spin around and around until it finally twisted right off and flew away, still revolving. “saved my bacon” What a weird expression. I wouldn’t have thought that...