14 hours of fasting.
8 hours of teaching.
4 hours of waitering
2 hours of assignments.
1 hour of realizing there is no point in having a me time.
Sometimes, working up a storm like this over the fortnight is another way of forgetting that loneliness is another part of your day. Even if it drives away the melancholy, there is a certain dead feeling when it comes to doing the job, the kind that’s filled only with the sincerity of the moment and the anticipation of it being over. Keeping busy in times like this works, but it’s not without taking its toll on the body…and eventually what’s left of the mind.