This week kicked my ass. That's the long and short of it.

I got a lot done - almost got a kickin' chamber music series booked and in the can. Started to figure out scene assignments for the Studio. Wrote a metric ton of contracts.

Made it to the gym once. (Whoops. Who signed up for a 10-miler in April? Oh

For work, we've made a huge triage document so that we can keep track of what needs to be done on a week-by-week basis. I'd say that 50% of our collective stuff is on that document. And it is monstrous huge, can't-look-at-the-whole-thing-in- one-screenshot, even on my fantabulous, ginormous work computer.

And the document only runs through February.


 The cold? And the dark? And the sleepiness and the carb-loading and the grey roots and the spare tire and the workload and the icy sidewalks? 

Kicking. My. Ass.

But I have a plan.

Tonight, that plan consists of my new favorite dinner (fresh pasta, toasted walnuts, sharp cheddar cheese, chives and a poached egg) and a glass of wine. (Ok, maybe one and a half...) Hubby's working late, so I've rented #2 in the Steig Larsson trilogy. Bring on the Swedish and the supertitles! I've made a hair appointment for tomorrow to rectify the rootiness. I have my gym routine planned. And I'm getting some ideas for snacks for the Super Bowl. (We're having the neighbors over...they're caterers, and M was recently diagnosed with a wheat allergy. Yep, no pressure...)

The real challenge? Trying to come up with a plan for the workweek. Weekends are easy.

My five:
  1. Swedish. Although every once in a while I just need to say "Borkborkbork" out loud.
  2. Learning how to poach an egg. Hello, new trick! Woof!
  3. Quiet time.
  4. Temperatures above freezing.
  5. Sleep.


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