My life feels like a whirling dervish. Is that how you spell dervish? Anyway -- regardless -- that is how my life feels. Crazy. Squeezing in this. Making room for that. Carving out meeting time.
I feel like a duck. All calm on the surface; paddling like crazy underneath.
I woke up extra early this morning. As soon as the brain switched on the marque to do list flashed to attention. How was I going to get it all done? I know... make dinner before breakfast. So I did. Meatloaf and mash potatoes are cooking and soon to be all set and ready for reheating for dinner later today. Another train wreck missed; Thank God. I'll add Brussels sprouts and we'll call it a feast.
Now to tackle the rest of today.
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