You know those weeks when each day feels like a month? This is one of those weeks. Too many things to get done, not enough hours to do them, and my body isn't cooperating.
I marvel at the people who can operate on 5-6 hours of sleep a night. I need a solid 8 hours. I have been skimping on the sleep lately and now I'm being punished with a cold that I'm doing my darnedest to ward off.
The weather is changing (again) and the leaves are changing amidst 70-something degree weather and periodic bouts of hot, windy rain. Everything feels a little out of sorts.
But! My life is full of work that I enjoy (even when it's exhausting) and I have a wonderful visitor arriving tomorrow from the States (just in time for the third and last - hallelujah - presidential debate).
And really, deadlines are all made up anyway. So I'm going to bed.