I woke up this morning with a strange sensation. That hoary old phrase came to mind immediately. I had a pit in my stomach, a black hole absorbing building anxiety and tensions. This process started with me writing a to-do list over tea with Mark yesterday morning. It filled a letter sized page and by the end of the day it lingered on the dining room table with a meager highlighting of only three items which signified them being completed.
And then I read that Jer over at SoBlo broke up with his boyfriend! Poor guy, what a crappy way to start a year.
So cupcakes, it is time to suck it up and get working!
The holiday season is now over. Time to apologize if you are an insensitive boor. Time to check the work email account that is festering with potential bombshells. Time to file away the Christmas cards and other holiday season memorabilia. Time to pay the bills that have already arrived. Time to shovel the driveway for the third time in 24 hours so I can drive out to me the new year in earnest.