A couple of projects at work are a disaster right now.
Rushing to meet a deadline...again.
Had a phone call from my brother for the first time in months. He's in trouble. All I can do is give him big brotherly advice, but it seems like empty comfort.
Then there's the stress of having housemates move in and out.
I just received an email today that was unsettling. Another long story. There's no joy in what I do right now. It feels like another mission to be completed.