It's Friday . . . or What Happened to the Week?

It's been one fast-paced week. I no sooner posted on my blog on Monday than Friday rolled right over my back. I've got the tracks to prove it.





What happens when you say yes too many times and suddenly you have to follow through with your promises or look like a flake?







Here's my latest strategy:





Get up at 4 AM; fall face down into bed at 11PM.  I look a lot like this guy when I do that.

Make a list with High to Low priorities--lose list.









Drink lots of caffeine . . . much more than my body is used to.





Buy food in the deli or "arrange" to be near a restaurant when my husband's hungry.





Only Tweet in the mornings.





Put flowers on my desk to make me think I'm outside.









Wear the same clothes three days in a row; no fumbling in closet time and nobody will see me if I stay at my desk.





Buy an automatic feeder for the cats and promise them I'll brush them next month.





Let my answering machine do what it was designed to do.





Avoid mirrors, so I won't know how terrible my hair looks.





Leave a note in the kitchen, "Fend for yourselves."

Promise myself not to say yes to any new projects.





What did I miss?



























Sliding on the Edge, C. Lee McKenzie, WestSide Books, Spring '09