I'm not the only one feeling more or less out of sorts when it comes to my relationship with work during the covid crisis. While much of what I do during parts of the year is not much different, that is to say, during the summer I don't have regular office hours and often work from home for days in a row, the differences are discreet. When I DO go to the office, no one is there. When I want a break from work, I have no place to go. While I enjoy having family around, I also need to consider that both of them are also working from home and we need to somehow sync our breaks. I also feel that with others working and knowing that everyone is trying to do things, this cannot be treated as a vacation. No one is looking over my shoulder, but I think they should be. As such, I am driven to take each over of my day seriously, making progress on projects and monitoring emails and trying to figure out what to do in the fall. I am feeling overwhelmed by all the work I want to do and expect of myself. I cannot face my lists of things to do as they surpass what I can do in a week. I don't turn on the tv until after 8 at night, sometimes not until 9 or 10. I take a nap sometimes, as I cannot work when I feel as tired as I sometimes do, so this seems to count as work more than pleasure. Sleeping really feels like the best response some days, but that way leads to madness.... or does it?