Just for contrast with the aesthetic "morning light on Cooper Mountain," a brief update on my daily life:

Getting up at 5 am, and working 4 or 5 hours, put a dent in my day, or my night, depending on how you look at it. I've been trying to nap and then catch evening lectures or meet people for coffee and networking. This week I'm spending a fair bit of time at Grandma's house, one way and another: helping Dad replace her gutters, borrowing her sewing machine for a volunteer project.

Some days, I feel on top of the world. I'm getting so much done! Other days, I feel exhausted, yet there's so much still on my to-do list that I can't quite justify taking more time off. For the last few days, I've gotten up from my nap spitting mad. There are plenty of reasons for it that occur to me, like having lost so much of my day, or having to work around Dad's schedule and spend so much time driving around to get back and forth to Grandma's, or guilt over not completing more of my tasks, or frustration that my earnest efforts haven't brought forth a more delightful lifestyle yet..... but that's all rationalization. The anger seems more elemental than that; a physical response looking for an excuse to resent.

Remedies: get more sleep, mostly at night;
get back on the bike and exercise more;
go back to the realistic goal of "three things per day," and working two jobs definitely counts. If I get anything else done while I'm working the winery and Grandma's gutters, it's more than enough.
None of this list-of-dozen-items no-time-no-sleep self-immolation.

Yet I think it's frustrating precisely because for once, my list of "extraneous" items is really where my heart is: I'm putting my life's work on my to-do list. So the e-mails, the meetings, the lectures, the volunteer trainings, that I'm wanting to fit into my available time, are very much in line with my life-goals. Whereas wine and gutters are more or less irrelevant by contrast, so it's easy to resent the time spent taking care of them.
I guess that's what work is, though -- you find something that somebody else cares about, and do it for them, in order to have money to support yourself and the things you care about.

I'll be glad when I have more time again, or when my work is closer to my purpose.

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"Winnowing" being the process of sorting grain from chaff, usually by beating the crap out of it. A metaphor for my flinging myself into life, experience-by-experience, searching for my right place and work. Another analogy is that Winnie the Pooh story where Tigger tracks down, reaction by reaction, "what Tiggers like best!"

and "wallowing" being digging oneself into a mud-hole. Wallowing animals seem to actually enjoy this, and get in and out of their wallows at will. In humans it usually means convincing yourself that you are stuck, a victim rather than a master of your own situation.