Stress Level Midnight

Things, they are a-happening.

In the next 7 days:  Two wisdom teeth being taken out, 1 dog spayed, and 2 weddings, one of them 3,000 miles away.

In the next 90 days: Three MORE weddings, two more wisdom teeth, gyn/onc visit, huge project rollout at work, dad begins chemo, and I go back to college.

It's enough to make you miss being sick and unemployed.  As I was formulating this poorly-thought-out post in my head, it kept coming back to one thing.  Time.  When I was sick and laid up it seemed like every day was a month long, every night when I went to sleep it was a relief just to have made it through without dying of cancer or boredom.  But now, I can't squeeze a free second out of my days to just relax.  Last week, I actually scheduled myself time to daydream (on my lunch break, such a model of efficiency I am) - which may sound weird but as an only child, daydreaming holds special importance to me. 

And then thinking about my entire blog, almost every post I've written comes back to the theme of time somehow or another and that's just, well, weird.  Isn't it?  I didn't set out to do that.

The long and short of it is I don't even have time to write this post.  Good news, though, for Limbo fans.  I am going on vacation next week to a City where people Sin, so my days will be pretty free to write something worth reading.