Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Or At Least A Christmas Card

It's not been the best of weeks.

I'm tired. Work has been insane. Long hours, too many days. Sleep has been a luxury.

I'm adrift on blog entries, one of my great pleasures. Forgive me, Father, it's been nine days since my last entry.

Not one of mine, but pretty much where I am right nowI'm broke, though there's nothing new there. Working in Her Majesty's Secret Service is not the life of Riley that you might imagine. I must drop her a note sometime, or at the very least a Christmas card.

I'm behind on a creative project for a friend. I'm really enjoying it, and it's going well, but it needs some time and a clear head to get it finished. A bit of inspiration would go amiss, too.

I'm ignoring everything else. Blogs have gone unread, mails unanswered, movies unwatched, and I've not fed the cat. Luckily, I don't have one.

And I'm sensing the imminent arrival of Christmas, though to be fair I've had that since the Summer. I suspect I'm not alone.

All in all, I'm feeling pretty burned out.

But hey, I've had worse. And I'm a Roth, dammit! It'll pass.

Until then, the only other thing I need to deal with is the anonymous person who's been dumping zebras in my recycling bin*. The bin men won't touch them!

[* I have a pretty good idea who it might be. ]

I'll keep grinding away. I'll be victorious.

For everyone else who feels the same, stick with it.

You're amazing, and never let them tell you different.


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