Recently, I’ve been finding that I’m actually far more productive on weekends than I am during the work week. In a quasi-observance of Shabbat, I take Saturday off from doing any Cyan or Long Tail work, instead banging out all the other details of my life; then, Sunday, I start cranking through the upcoming week’s works tasks. Holed up inside for those two days, I inevitably get more done than in the next five combined.

Though I don’t know why, exactly, that’s the case, I’ve started to take advantage of it as much as possible: clearing out my weekends of brunches and dinners and even Saturday evening parties in favor of long, uninterrupted stretches where I can crank through my backlog of tasks. Which, I suppose, I’d feel worse about, were I not making up for that lost social time (by which I mean, binge drinking) through the rest of the week.