Careful what you wish for

So, months and months and months ago I was feeling overworked and stressed out and was really wishing I could have some extended time with no outside responsibities, where I could just calm down and focus on my own stuff. (And Warcrack. Mmmmm, sweet level 60 warcrack.)

Which led immediately to an entire winter of sitting around with my thumb up my butt, with no outside responsibilities, growing ever more idle and ever more depressed about it. Gee, I thought, this self-motivation thing isn’t working out; I wish I had a job or some external project to take my mind off all this, give me some direction. Or just something to do all day.

And wham, David (who I last worked with more than five years ago) emails me out of the blue and asks if I want to do some UI work for their new startup, and Ray calls me up and asks me to prototype a redesign of their portfolio product, and their product manager is already emailing me about their aggressive schedule and asking late in the day on Wednesday can I fly out there “later this week” fer chrissakes, and Ethan’s talking in a ha ha only serious way about how I should talk to Nate about his recommendation software, which I really should in fact do, and the nonprofit’s calendar design is coming up due soon, and the long vacation we’ve had planned for ages is suddenly two weeks away.

And it’s spring.

Gee, I wish... um, no, let’s not go there.