The thing I should be writing right now is my assignment. It’s hard to know how far from finished I am, but it still looks like a long way away. It is very hard to wax lyrical about our house project when the whole thing is still hanging in space waiting for a mortgage.
Instead, I’ve submitted a request for an extension. I’ve never asked for an assignment extension before (and there were lots and lots and lots of assignments at college) but I think it’s probably the only thing that’s going to get me more than 4 hours sleep in the next two days.
Oh, and I have two conferences and a wedding to do this week, including a “Surprise!” last-minute, two-day conference for six people. Six fucking people. Who booked at the start of this week. I’ve reached the point of frustration and fatigue that I’m getting really shirty with everyone around me.
Sleep. Sleep is what I need. And a few more days.