These past few weeks, I’ve been pulling some major hours to complete two projects. One is almost four weeks past its original production release date because of modified requirements (shocking!) and, thus, has pushed the project that I was supposed to start after it back – now at two weeks behind.

Two weeks ago, I was up to 58 hours and last week I was over 70. This week, I’m on track to hit that mark again. I’m telling you, it’s nowhere near as easy at forty as it was at thirty. Every night I go to bed utterly exhausted. When I get home at night and spend time with my daughters, I find doing simple things to be tiring and my patience level has significantly decreased.

My dreams, almost always very strange, become absolutely psychedelic when I’m this tired and for about eights nights in a row now, I’ve woken up ready to start writing a book. Perhaps this is how Stephen King comes up with all his weird ideas.

I see some light at the end of the tunnel, and by the time the holidays hit, I’ll be ready for some serious R&R. I’ll just tell my wife to hide the eggnog from me this year.