The week's end is drawing nearer, but it felt like a month of Mondays. Once again, I was up at 5, at the zendo by 6, office by 8, home again by 6, and then at the zendo again at 7. Finally got home for keeps at 10.
Tomorrow's relatively easy - no early morning sitting, so I can sleep until the decadent hour of 6:30 am, and still make it to the office by 8:00 or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Only thing scheduled for Friday night at this point is packing for Saturday's Zen hike.
I never thought that I could handle what's turned out to be, essentially, three jobs at once, especially when only one of them pays, but like the man above who has suddenly learned how to walk on water, you don't know how to do the impossible until the right set of conditions are forced upon you.