A Breather

Only a brief one. Work has been almost unbelievably busy lately. I've been so busy that it felt like I was fitting life in around work; I've been tucking family moments into the nooks and crannies of my work days. I hate that feeling.

I completed a deadline last night and felt like a new person. I finally had a glass of wine. My husband and I ate popcorn and cookies and watched LOST Season 3 in bed. Perhaps because I grew up in a no-TV-in-the-bedroom household, I love that so much. He knows it.

So, I'm through the worst of it, for now. One more deadline on Feb. 17th, which will make for an interesting next week. My husband will be traveling, too, which will make it extra-special interesting. That's next week, though. This weekend is all ours and it feels like such a gift.

It's nice to appreciate things. Like having a job right now and a beautiful family and home and friends and family and creative outlets. And a job well done. I'm a sucker for that one. And books on the shelves, even if you don't have time to ready any of them. (By the way, after being so bogged down with work, I may be switching novels. I don't really want to read about an office right now. I'm back on the frivolous train. I do this a lot, by the way: start a novel, put it down in favor of something else, pick it up a month later. I've always done that. I appreciate the ability to do that, as well.)