Two blissful, non-working days. Heaven. Plagued by working dreams each night. Hellish. Is it possible that there are more than just the standard side effects of working 12 hour days? The dreams are so real that I can sit up in bed and wonder if I should be checking my email, that I’m missing out on some deadline, some response that needs attention. Something.
They aren’t bad dreams, but then again, any dream about work - on the weekend, can’t possibly be good, can it?