I have about fifty jillion things to do. So much, in fact, that not only can I not make a list, I can't prioritize what sort of order to put things in on that non-existent list even if I could make it.
For the past week, I've only been able to make a daily list of everything that must be done on that particular day. Some Most days, I had carryovers. Massive fail.
There's nothing I can delegate, nothing I can ignore, nothing I can postpone - although everything writing-related was automatically shifted to January. The writing list is brimful, too; but it is manageable, and I can prioritize and set goals there. I'm looking forward to doing just that in a couple more weeks.
The Tiki Hut has been my beacon of sanity. I can come here and lose myself for a bit visiting you, reading your words, sharing a comment with you on your blogs and responding to your comments here.
Thank you so much for visiting and taking me away from my real life for a few minutes a few times a day. Last week you helped me escape writers cramp, flying dust, a tilted budget, new recipe hell, long lines, and much more.
This week I'll be knee deep in paper and ribbon, Christmas decorations, yapping dogs who don't understand what has happened to their quiet-ish ordered world, cookie dough, and more.
So I'm really happy for your comments here and your posts on your blogs. You keep me in touch with my writing self. And that keeps me grounded. Thank you.