8 more hours

My alarm went off at 5 a.m. as usual, but I hit the snooze and finally extricated myself from the warm cocoon of blankets ten minutes later. It’s Friday. I have 8 more hours of work before I leave on vacation. I keep forgetting what I need to get completed first. I’ve made so many mental notes to myself that they’ve all escaped my scattered brain.

Because I’ve never taken this long of a vacation from the magazine. Because we’re always riding so close to deadlines. Because I don’t know if I can handle not being at least somewhat stressed for a week.

To be honest, this week has been tough. Monday was frustrating and difficult, filled with meetings that made it unable for me to start and finish one task. Wednesday was long, Thursday was longer and came with sad news about a former coworker whose husband suddenly passed away. My heart is heavy for her.

But today is Friday. I can do this! Vacation kicks off tonight at the Sommet Center with Kings of Leon and my friend Brandon.

If I don’t die before then!

🙂 I’m joking. I think.

(P.S. One of my neighbors has a dog named Precious. We won’t discuss that. . . .but she was outside yelling at her dog at top volume before 5 a.m. this morning. Not. Cool. Not cool at all!)