A Full Heart

I woke up this morning bone-tired, worn thin from a week of racing toward fiscal year-end deadlines, averaging maybe three hours of sleep a night. I was holding myself together with caffeine, obligation and habit. Two days earlier, the pressure got to me, and I had blasted at my manager in frustration. He didn’t deserve it. I apologized the next morning, but the emotional hangover remained. And yet, the day had other plans.