Honestly, it’s not so much the existing pressure.

It’s the possibility that the pressure might be relieved in the future that… itches. I want everything put back the way it was, like, now. Obviously that’s not going to happen, but I want it to anyway. That can make me grouchy, like it did today. Grouchy and snappish over little things.

There’s going to be so much vacation time when this is all over…