You start to think about all the crap that you have to do at work and you have that mountain of email which you will never dig yourself out of ever, the phone calls you have to return, and that important meeting across town, and you're going to have to fight traffic, you'll be late picking your kids up, your dog is sick, and what are you going to make for dinner?
Empezas a pensar en todas as parvadas que tes que facer no traballo no monte de correos electrónicos que non has dar lido nunca, nunca, as chamadas que tes que responder, a reunión importantísima na outra punta da cidade, e o tráfico que tes que atravesar, chegas tarde a recoller os nenos, e o can está enfermo, e que fago para cear?