Ever had one of those days where you mind is just racing, racing, racing away, and you're making lists of lists of things that might need to one day get done? I sometimes wish there were more hours in the day, or more days in the week -- but more often, I wish I had fewer things to do and was more organized about getting them done!
My sister nailed her interview today, and will be moving in with me soon. This is very cool.
In just over a month, I'm leaving for a 3-week-long road trip with Adam -- we're driving from San Francisco back to NYC, and hitting New Orleans, Atlanta, and the Outer Banks on the way.
Right after we get back, I'll be working my butt off with Fall orders arriving, mid-August to mid-September is brutal, boxes stacked ceiling-high.
A couple of weeks after that, Adam leaves for Cambridge, where he will spend his Fulbright year (without me. pout).
Two days after he leaves, my best friend is getting married in Atlanta. Adam's flying back for the weekend to go the wedding with me. I picked up my bridesmaids dress yesterday. The wedding gift is over half-knit.
Right after I get back, our book is coming out. This means more work, but it's exciting so I don't care -- but it's sure to be tiring.
In the middle of all this, we're supposed to spend a couple of weekends this summer at our friend's house in the Hamptons.
How come no one ever told me having a life took so much work!?!?
I think that by the time October rolls around, I may be ready to sleep for a week straight!
(I'm not-so-secretly very happy about all the above (well, maybe not the Adam-leaving part), really! I'm just tired. Already.)