My! My! Weebly has switched things up this morning. There are a bunch of cool new features for their blogging function, including the ability to schedule posts (finally. The lack of ability to do so was the only complaint I had about the system). Neat!
That's not what today's post is about. Today's post is about being too busy to breathe. I do this to myself, of course. And, if I'm going to be completely honest, I rather like being busy. It keeps me from boredom, and I always feel more productive and thus more satisfied when I'm so busy I can't think.
There are a bunch of things that I need to get done. Today, for example, I must do my Welsh lessons, write the eNewsletter that is going out tomorrow morning (which includes writing a section of story), try and get my 3 000 words down (I've been failing that, by the way, averaging just under 1 000 a day), start reading Calculating God by Robert Sawyer (as we'll be recording that book for the special filming of Nights at the Round Table at Can-Con this year) and make notes, and I have to arrange set up and tear down for Can-Con this weekend.
All this in between work, kung fu, kickboxing, weights and dance lessons (yes, dance lessons) while finding time to eat and sleep.
Normally I have the weekends to calm down and unwind a bit, but Can-Con is this weekend, and I'm incredibly busy during that too.
I'm going a little insane.
This is not a complaint, though I do have to caution you that if I speak words and they make absolutely no sense whatever, or if you ask me a question and I stare at you with a glazed expression, it's because I am flustered and exhausted. Please be patient with me this week... and next. I'll need next week to recover!
Right, onto Welsh lessons now!