Too much to do; not enough time to do it in. Today; whatever I get done, it will not be sufficient. Tomorrow, too soon, will be here, and boneâ€™s tiredness is at war with mindâ€™s racing to get to some end before it is too late. Myriad strands of thought creep into my dayâ€™s working, pulling me to other tasks before this is done. Trying to fend off idle and counter-productive thinking, my eyes scan what I do, wishing, always wishing, it would go faster, that time would slow, that I could hurry more.
Too much to do; too little time. Pressured.