busy is as busy does.

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It's been a busy few weeks. It should probably come as no surprise to anyone who has known me for any length of time that I would start a new year (and a new decade of my life) absolutely slammed with a jam-packed calendar, work life and list of things to do that stretches from my head to my toes.

Work is crazy. Life is crazy. I spend more time than I would care to think about sitting in my office, staring at the same pile of papers over and over, willing them to edit themselves (and oh, while they're at it, write the french translations, already). But for all of the chaos, I really do love going in there every day, and that is really 3/4 of the battle with work than anyone faces, isn't it? Also, I get unreasonably excited about concerts, which helps.

But despite loving it, the busy-busy-busy mode of it all makes me a little crazy. Like that time that I woke up, thought I was terribly late for work, sent an email saying so, and that I would be in soon, and only THEN realized that it was Sunday, not Monday. Right. Oh! And that was this morning. Four more weeks until the insanity ends and I board a sailboat bound for nowhere in the middle of the ocean. Let me tell you, I am looking forward to that day (and not just because I almost walked to work on a Sunday morning thinking I was going to be very late for my first meeting)!

Have any embarrassing work stories to share? I could use some company here, in "I was so eager to go to work I didn't even need my whole weekend"-land!