Allow me to gripe without being too specific: due to circumstances truly beyond my control, I spend eight hours of every waking day making up ‘legitimate’ things to do because the projects that should be there are in short-in-fact-absent supply. Meanwhile, the things I’d rather be doing (and maybe should be doing, they whisper) pile up.

It’s starting to get to me.

i'm with you there. the last six weeks have been spent "transitioning."