In my journal, I refer to or interpret the days from Monday to midday Friday as a smudge on your car window or your glasses that is hard to get clean. During the week, it’s almost impossible for me to get it off. On Friday afternoon, it melts away a bit, and in a couple of hours, it’s all gone completely. Like it was never there. Then comes another Monday morning, and the shit is on again.

It was a tough week to live through, but by the end of it I figured out (again!) that I’m the main reason it feels so tough.