This post brought to you by exhaustion. And gratitude.

It’s been a very, very long week.

Mass explosions of work at Corporate Behemoth meant that if you had checked in on me at 1 a.m. Monday morning, 10:30 p.m. Thursday night, or pretty much any time between the hours of 7:30 a.m. and 9 p.m., you would have found me attached to my laptop.

Mr. Wonderful and I have been Working Through Things. This is good. But this also means that I got to bed before 1:30 a.m. exactly one night this week.

And so, it’s finally Saturday. And I have to run various and sundry errands. And then I have to come home and finish painting my laundry room so that I can get crap like my ironing board out of my living room.

Side note: why do I own an ironing board? I last used it in 2000, back when a) I still valued ironing and b) I hadn’t yet discovered that getting shirts laundered is so worth the cost and c) I still wore anything besides t-shirts from Target.

T-shirts from Target are good. They are cheap and come in a plethora of colors. My mom says the v-neck is the most flattering neckline, but I need some crew neck ones to go with some round-neck sweaters. You know?


I’m trying to slow down. I’m trying to breathe. I’m trying to remember what’s what.

During my crazed marathon of work Thursday, I took a few minutes to surf a few of my favorite blogs. And one of them stopped me in my tracks.

Dear Michelle at Diary of a Dying Mom has been letting the good folks at hospice take care of her and help her manage her symptoms. And Thursday’s post brought about an honest but painful revelation.

It was a message about what’s really important, and it completely knocked me down. What’s important isn’t about content management, or comma placement, or busting your ass and making yourself physically ill in order to meet a ridiculous, irrational deadline. Strangely, it is also not about t-shirts from Target.

Do yourself a favor and visit Michelle. She will teach you a lot.

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