I know I’m a quirkyalone by heart who craves her *me* time. And I have a lot of *me* time as well as time with friends/family lately. But why do I feel soooo frazzled? I haven’t finished reading a book in weeks. I have stacks of magazines to go through at home. And far too many things written in notebooks the last few weeks to *blog* or *write* (Call me Carrie Blogshaw.) Where is my time going?
I’m not fond of all this indecision period that is now out of my hands…I just want to KNOW and fast forward two months. Ack! At least I moved the blog to the new home! Now I just have to move me to a new department where I can use my multi-informational brain. And a new house.