A few weeks ago, I realized that it was very much like a baby--we've spent 9 months pregnant with this motherfucker, putting sweat and worry and tears and anticipation into this, culminating in 2.5 days of labor. As Frog put it, "this baby's coming, whether or not we're ready for it."
My work schedule for the week is as follows: Monday 7 AM-12 PM; Tuesday 8 AM-12 PM; Wednesday 7 AM-7 PM; Thursday 7 AM-7 PM; Friday 7 AM-7 PM; Saturday 8 AM- 5 PM. Given these shenanigans, my goals for the week are fairly modest:
Health/Beauty: Gym twice, Bike once, Walk once, Nasal flush 3X , Pills daily, Dry 3 X, NO CHIPS OR SODA, Drink more water, Drink a glass of V-8 1X daily, wear contacts 4X; wear makeup 4X, schedule labwork for blood
Work: Kick ass with Writers Orgy!, do two more press releases; clean desk; Schedule party @ Las Casuelas, Revamp Comment Card, register for PLA Author Lunches, Get benefits sorted; write up books
Home: Remove Christmas tree, Pull 5 items from trunk, handwash blue blanket, sort a notebook
Creative: Work on blog, work on IU memories
Social: Locate Jen Tonsing, Message JoAnn, Wilma, Nancy; Send letter to grandparents; Schedule Paint Night, Awful Movie Night, and Time with Yvonne
Entertainment: Watch Agents of Shield, Sleepy Hollow; 1 episode of XFiles, 1 episode of Supernatural, Work on jigsaw puzzle; Finish Into Thin Air, Read Testament of Mary; read The Fault in Our Stars
Miscellaneous: Drop off dress; Deposit check, Do personal budget ($25 AAA; $200 credit card; $200 savings; $25 House; $25 Christmas; $25 Indiana Trip)
Self Help Shit: Read Cheryl Richardson, attend Spiritual Living thing
The sad thing is? This is a light week.
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