Well, I'm running like crazy this week. Too much work, and not enough time in which to do it. Argh!

I'm responding to the avalanche in my usual fashion: I'm slowing to a halt. This is Not Good. Really Not Good. But when it seems I could work forever and still not get everything done, I think, Well, if I'm going to fail at this anyway, why fail AND be stressed?? Why not chill out a bit?

Not Good. Really Not Good.

So I have to decide where to move the mountain of papers that are due tomorrow . . .

If I can get through the next couple of days, the weekend should be excellent. Steph will be here - and I'm planning (possibly with other family members) to drive up to see her on Friday morning. Then Friday evening it's dinner on the town with Margaret, a friend from Toronto who's going to be in town for a conference. I am looking mightily forward to this; I can't wait to show her the place! I also hope, actually, to catch some conference sessions - but Margaret's coming to our house for dinner on Saturday, which pretty well means that I'll be spending Saturday sandblasting the place . . .

Argh. And then spending Sunday catching up on everything I didn't do all weekend . . .

I suppose the best way to proceed is not to look at the whole five days' worth of impossibilities, and only to let the day's trouble be sufficient unto the day.

Better go confront the day's trouble, in that case. Anyone has any tips on dealing with Extreme Stress, pass 'em along. (By nature I'm of the "What? Me worry?" variety . . . but I'm trying to reform - as long as reform doesn't involve giving up sleep.)