I’ve emerged from the fortress of solitude. In other words, the deadline pressure eased, returning to its default setting  -  “Bone-crushing.”

“Yes, Dave, you’re clearly free to whine and bellyache at your customary annoying levels once more. yeehaw.”

I know. Truth be told, I unconsciously create this state of affairs and apparently wouldn’t have it any other way. I have a bad case of what Steven Covey, in his book First Things First, calls “the urgency addiction.” (And no that doesn’t have anything to do with needing to use the restroom.)