Bottlenecks
So many things rushing up to be due at the same time. I am, as ever, down to the wire on several fronts. As I get older, it gets harder and harder. I have begun to accept failure. Maybe I am growing weaker–or maybe my perception of the past is rosier than it merits.
I must label all the bottles of beer. (I must finish making the labels.) I must finish two projects, due Wednesday evening. I must actually write the draft of my speech for Rob’s wedding, not just keep bouncing the major themes around in my head. I must register for classes in the spring. Oh, and NaNoWriMo begins tomorrow.
But I must sleep. And I must clean, because my partner works full time.
So, I guess I’ll forgo sleep. Time enough for that when I’m dead.