You'd think I'd have something great to say. Or at least feel ultra relaxed. But even after 4 days of lounging around last weekend, I'm still feeling like I'm on overload. Is this what the holidays do to you? Or is this just what it is like to be truly back in the real world?
Regardless of the day, it seems like I don't have enough hours. We've had reduced schedules the last two weeks at work, yet every minute is full.
I've been booking hotels, buying plane tickets, mapping things, fixing retirement accounts, calling Kaiser who sent me an erroneous collections notice, mailing packages and picking them up, running and lifting weights, ordering needed stuff off the internet after realising ALL my clothes and undergarments are about five years old, talking to family and friends, entertaining company for three days and trying to fit sleep in there, along with eating and keeping up the house. I feel like a person running mad and getting nowhere.
But in the flurry of activity, my car is now freshly vacuumed and I have my emergency survival kit ready (it's winter and I figure you shouldn't tempt the Gods), so tomorrow I am off to Dresden for New Years. And then where, who knows...