At the end of the week and looking forward (not!) to a rush-hour drive to a hotel for a weekend meeting, I realize that I really want to have the time to lead a double life, because I have double the obligations of what will fit into 24 hours a day. I feel rather productive with the time I’ve spent this week, and I don’t really want a double life (secrecy’s just not my thing, my potential superpower is falling asleep at 10 pm, and I don’t look nearly as good in spandex as would be necessary), but I just want the time to do stuff, do more stuff, read all the stuff I haven’t yet gotten to, spend time with family and friends, and have a little more time to myself.
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