Wow. Sorry I've been so quiet.
It's nothing in particular, just the ongoing build-up of stress. Coming up on vacation means there's an end in sight, at least temporarily, but it also means lots of loose ends to tie up for neat hand-off when I go out of town.
I caught myself stressing to the point of almost snapping at people, yesterday. Mind you, I was running on four hours of sleep. For the second time this week. Shortly after that, I found myself standing in the stall in the ladies' room, wishing the three other ladies in said room would vacate so I could just stand there for a minute, alone, and have quiet. This reaction informed me that, if it were any other week, it would be time to declare the rest of the afternoon a mental health day and go home. But it's not any other week. There's too much to do.
Today was a little better. More sleep. And a Hershey bar. Which, while not good for my general health, was marvelous for the brain chemistry and allowed me to be a nicer person. The sacrifices one makes for one's co-workers.
I'm doing laundry at my parents' house right now. Then it's back home to throw the rest of the things in the suitcase or set them aside to pack them first thing tomorrow morning. Half a day at work tomorrow, then immediately to a hair appointment, then around the corner to pick up the suitcases, then drive to Phoenix. Park at Pete's apartment, meet my parents and Lance somewhere, and all carpool to my sister's place of business. We're going to have dinner there, and hopefully have some time to visit with her while she's running her event.
I have a 7:10 flight the following morning. Which involves getting up at what is, for Journey, an obscene hour. But that's okay. I've acquired a couple pairs of earplugs. My plan for the flight is to put the earplugs in and not do anything but doze and read and do crosswords. It sounds blissful. Here's to hoping I don't have somebody's child kicking the back of my seat.
