I know that’s totally obvious and a given.
But in all seriousness, did you realize that? Because this morning, I woke up and wondered, where has all the time gone?
And then I proceeded to blow out my hair and dig a black blazer out of the back of my closet.
Keep calm and carry on.
Don’t lie, you’ve done the same.
I left the house at 7:00 AM and didn’t pull into the garage until 8:15 PM.
Time stops for no one.
Yes, some glorious things were involved (running long, walking around Lake Calhoun with Galina, eating cheese fries + hot wings and calling them a dinner). But mostly, I’m just extremely exhausted.
Like last week, this has been the busiest week ever. Chaotic. Unrelenting. Full of high expectations.
The good news = tomorrow is Thursday.
The bad news = tomorrow is not Friday.
The blanket burrito calls.
On a scale of 1-10 (1 = low, 10 = high) how is your week going?