Skidding into the weekend, but I’d be lying if I said I sensed any hope for a slow down — my family arrives in days, and I’m in the there’s still so much to do mindstate: work that I’ll have to fit in around everything else next week, cleaning house, haircuts, plus various social engagements and other events. (It’s Easter, apparently, but who knew? It genuinely wasn’t on my radar anymore.) I’m sure that when it’s all happening, I’ll be able to feel relaxed and sensible, but right now, I feel the way I do before a vacation, when you’re driving yourself insane to get everything done on time, but on this occasion, there’s no break in store for me, just a different type and schedule of obligations. Happy Good Friday, all. Go eat an egg or something.
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