I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but I have ten million things going on and only meant to have about three. Things going on. I was creating the categories for these posts, and I realized that I have stuff actively happening in five of them right now: baking for the 3-Day fundraiser; working on six different knitting projects (the new bathmat, Mike’s socks, my sweater, Michelle’s sweater, Mike’s sweater, and an as-yet undetermined baby sweater for little Marlena Ames); making an unending list of things for the new house, from finding the best deal on homeowner’s insurance to prioritizing the repairs and improvements; training for said 3-Day and also, apparently, the Columbus Marathon; and working on two websites, one for FWIG and one for Miriam. Of course none of this includes the other unblogged stuff, like playing dramaturg for FPT‘s upcoming Two Gentlemen of Verona, getting ready to move, trying to lose the ten pounds I put back on after January, and planning a November vacation, much less the last month or so of wedding reception planning…
And in spite of all this, I find myself staying up far later than is usual, or certainly than I ought to. I’m an early bird — to bed and to rise — and if I’m going to continue to wake up at 5:45 every day, I can’t keep on going to bed at 10:30 or 11:00. That’s going to kill me.
No wonder I feel such a lack of focus this afternoon.