There are two ways of looking at it. (And arenít there always? At least.)
The one part of the Big Project that intimidates me the most, the most complex spreadsheet that I have to create more or less from scratch every year, is done. I spent several hours today, skidding and sputtering but ultimately succeeding. Itís the hardest thing I every do, as far as work is concerned. I should feel a great deal of satisfaction that it lies behind me and not ahead. And I do, more or less.
But now comes the real work. I finished that spreadsheet with a little time to spare. Time that I could have devoted to some other part of the Big Project, for example. But I was so relieved to have the worst behind me that I didnít want to spoil the mood by getting myself into the middle of something thatís definitely going to take more than one day (or one weekend) to get out of.
So I stopped working and started resting. Well, itís Saturday, after all. Itís a three-day weekend (supposedly). And Iíve been tired so long I donít know what anything else feels like. Thereís a lot left to do, but what Iíve already done is enough for today.