Hooray! It's Friday! Thank Ja.
I'm exhausted. Are you? I think we all are. Who isn't overloaded with have-to's and places to be? Who is tired of going in to work day after day? Who is sick of this cold and snowy weather? Who wants to just veg on the couch and watch mindless TV? Me!
I'm heading into my very first deadline and publication of the newsletter at work this week. It has proved to be quite the challenge and I have to admit to being a little apprehensive. I actually woke up last night worrying that I won't be able to pull it off and I'm still a little freaked about it this morning. My ability, or lack thereof, to pull this off is going to make or break the whole transition from the current producer to me and another woman, so there's a tad bit of pressure this next week.
I kind of see myself as Henry in his lair--hanging back, peering at the future from guarded safety. I'm keeping my cool, but gees, my stomach is freaking out.
I'm off to the eye doctor this morning because my eyes, like Toenail, are betraying me. They don't like to focus close-up and then look far away anymore. They've just kinda rebelled and are doing things at their own pace. I'm sort of angry about this because I just don't see how glasses are going to fit in my future--I mean, I see cute ones on other peeps, but I'm not sure how the hair will lie with those things on my face. Oh yes, I love cute sunglasses, but this is different--it's everyday.....all day. No, I don't want contacts, I see Joe dinking with his all the time and it seems a pain. Sigh. First Toenail, now Eyeballs. Before it was Uterus and Stomach Muscles. What's next?!!
This working and getting old stuff is waaayyyy overrated.