I feel free again, already, knowing that my week will not be dominated by the demands of the man.
Relaxed, like I can breath. That pressure bubble of time has lifted, and I can think about doing things for myself again. I can continue to answer my endless list of questions, I can make long lists written in pencil and actually cross out completed missions.
Time can slow down again, and time can relax into a flexible scheme instead of a tightly run plan.
I am no longer fully dominated by work, saving that precious feeling of freedom solely for myself, locked in my own mind just to make sure that I give myself enough attention.