These are the shortest days of the year. You get up before the sun, which sets before you’re done with work. But they feel so long, filled with an unending series of tasks, so many things clamoring for your attention.
I took Friday off to watch the boys because they were out of school. I started Monday out already in the hole, but now, by the end of Tuesday, I’m pretty well caught up. One of the boys had a piano recital; the other has stomach flu. The Holiday Trip to Illinois looms on the horizon.
I’m looking forward to finding the few moments I can to decompress before we get into the craziness of next week.