I'm one coffee cup away from going completely bonkers.
I'm a super-organized person, and that's no pun for my "Superman" family theme. I may be messy and may not dust, but I can tell you within four inches where anything is.
This is a necessity of working 40+ hours a week, training for a half marathon, and going for my Ph.D. in another state. Trust me, two years ago, I was SO not like this.
This semester should be much better than last semester...which stunk like rotten bananas. I have one of the same professors, but at least I'm used to her teaching style and know what to expect. And the other prof is my favorite. And I have all the notes for his class. So that's going well.
And work is going well. I'm organized there. I have to be.
Running is my stress relief. Nothing will knock out stress better than a four-mile run. It's heaven.
But throw one more thing -- even a super awesome thing -- into the mix, and I'm just about to pack my bag and move to Looney Toones.
I literally wrote a one-page schedule of Things Which Must Be Accomplished Today. And, in case I forget anything, I have a dozen or so reminders which will pop up on my phone during the day. Pack, pick up contacts, drop off my sweet Superdog at her Aunt Misti's house, get stuff ready for class next week (actually, that wasn't on the list -- eek!!), etc.
Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow I will be in a car riding down to New Orleans, where I can focus on my friend's wedding. Tomorrow I'll be back with my husband (who has to leave today to get fitted for his tux). Tomorrow will be easier.
But first comes today.