Deep breath

Tick, tick, tick. So much to do, so little time to do it. I don't know where all that time has gone. This is feeling like a lost month in a lost year.

Maybe I'll feel less hurried once I get to the airport next week and hop on a plane to Dallas. At that point the tasks at hand will be done or they won't. Either way, they will have been dealt with.

I know that the holidays are typically a busy time and December is always jammed due to what I do. For whatever reason it feels like it's reached critical mass this year in particular.

Will it all work out? Probably. It's getting there that is the difficult part.