Nose To The Grindstone

My day off yesterday was filled with stuff. Not bad stuff. Just stuff. A little of this here and a little of that there. A chore ignored here one done there. Read a little here, a little video game there.

And I didn't rest.

And I'm exhausted.

And this week will be busier than the last.

Why is it that the concept of "rest" is one that I struggle with moreso than any of the others?