For those that love to feel useful, being kept busy is a joyous thing.

It’s a close run thing to being so busy that you can no longer think straight, but right up to that moment it’s a wonderful feeling.

You might feel almost raggedly tired - because you have no time to even think two steps ahead - but that’s okay, because you also have no time to feel tired.

It is not, thank heavens, the same as the slow, woeful, sands stuck in the hour-glass fatigue as not having enough to do.  It’s a weary, healthy useful tiredness.

It’s accompanied by a quiet sense of relief that someone finds you useful.

Drug me up, baby.  Feed me with things to do.  See me smile.