I've managed to take a little time for myself over the break so far, but have mostly been working. It's always something: Pride Month at Tor.com! Being an editor! Writing fiction! Tackling the disarray this fucking house has fallen into! (I did actually clean the coffee table of assorted detritus yesterday, and scrub it with wood polish. So, that's nice.)
I know, intellectually, that if I don't make space for myself, it isn't going to make itself. Work will multiply like a well-fed bacterium. But, well, how?
This is something I clearly need to figure out, sooner rather than later.