sprint

All the super-busy days, the short nights, the lack of down time -- it all hit me this afternoon. It may have been a by-product of a great book club get-together last night. I slowed down, I ate a lovely, leisurely meal, I just sat and talked with friends. It was delightful. But maybe it sent a message that those things are fun and fun is good. Or something like that.

I've been thinking that I haven't been all that stressed. At least nowhere near as stressed as I usually am pre-Paris. But I've been having headaches every day and recurrent waves of nausea, so perhaps my body is trying to tell me otherwise.

Jill took Eva and Lucas for the day. Again. She picked them up at 9:30. (All that, and she provides pick-up and delivery as well!) What I did with the day:

• returns at Walmart
• a quick stop at the beauty supply store
• I got my pedicure!! (and finished my book while my feet soaked and were shaved and pumiced to a fare-thee-well)
• went to the bank
• return at Nordstrom
• return/shopping at Lane Bryant
• Costco (couldn't leave it until Saturday!)
• 4 loads of laundry
• cleared all the toys and books out of Eva's room (after culling some for packing purposes)
• cleaned out my bedside table and book basket
• emptied my closet of hanging items I won't be taking

I will freely admit that this surge of productivity has given me kind of a high, but today I just hit a wall. I'm weary. I don't know how much longer I can continue at this breakneck speed. But I don't really have a choice, I have to sprint to the finish.