I had to physically stop and take a deep breath and look back at my posting date a couple times this week.
Really, brain, it has only been one week. One looooooooong and stressful, and achingly mind-scarring week. One week that seems like a LIFETIME when all you can think of is "call me." "Call me." "DAMN IT, please call me..." It's like I'm sixteen and dateless all over again.
Tie that together with the "close of year" (yes, in February) deadlines. Or I should say DEADlines, no exceptions what so ever(!), and my sense of how much time has actually passed will grow or contract depending on what computer screen I'm looking at.
Sanity has come from a fellow coworker and the East coast sayings her mom is chock full off. I love them in how positive and so not-Mexican-mom sounding they are. I don't think I'll ever hear my own mom say something even remotely close to "Don't even take that class, girlfriend." Like, ever.
So I made some fingerless gloves that I may have to put in the dryer if they're not ready to go by tomorrow AM...more on that, later.