[Shirley] I am experiencing burnout -- in fact my whole family is, I'm not sure if we're coming down with colds from the sudden change in weather, or the fact that I in particular have been exposed to germ carrying co-workers who can't afford to stay home because they've no sick days left, either way all of this has definitely contributed to the dull achy feeling I've been experiencing. Hubby's just as bad, he has threatened GBH (greivous bodily harm) to half of Queens motorists if he doesn't get a change of environment... and quick.

The list of things I promised myself I would get to by time of my next women's meeting has hardly been touched, and that old feeling of drowning in a sea of 'unfinishedness' and 'half-starts' has taken up residence in achy body. Still I know myself well enough to know, this is the time where I must take inventory and stock of all the things I have done to make sense of what didn't get done...

Like attending Laurie's gallery solo opening in Chelsea Market this past Thursday--had to go, she one of oldest and dearest friends. I had a great time sampling good wine and great gourmet food. Savoring the various snippets of conversations and discussions I entertained the notion of making blog entry about all this as soon as I got home. However, when I finally sat down to the computer there is a huge note on it with "Mommy you promised to help me with my science project, its due tomorrow". Laid out on the guest bed is a huge poster board with what I believe was collage of a cell. Strewn all over that were loose leaf scribbled handwritten pages each with page numbers in red felt pen from 1-12 in each corner, begging to be typed.

Well Ladies, I wish I could blog saying this was an easy task and that I knocked it out in 20 mins, then blogged for another 20 mins and was in bed just under an hour... but I can't. I was ankle deep in 4" books, including Webster (dictionary), and bitched and moaned between why this educational system does not make Handwriting, an academic school requirement and where on God's green earth did some of the money I spent on private school education actually go! So 3 hours later I drag myself to bed and pray Friday, I can accomplish something on my list. Goodnight.