Kind of a stressful weekend of work on a project from hell. On call the whole time with almost no control over my schedule. Hour-long burst of work followed by unknown minutes or hours of waiting, repeat ad infinitum.
One thing I managed to do for myself is take a quick walk to the lake. I've said it before: I would not be living in Chicago if not for the lake. And I don't ever want to live anywhere here where I can't walk to it.
It's different in every season, but through cold and snow and sweltering heat it always brings me the same thing: peace.