I am horribly, grossly overcommitted

...I reflect during  lunchtime meeting for Derby. To the extent - I'm wondering how I can fit everything in, besides staying up for twenty four hours (and even then: doubtful). Besides which I feel sleep deprived at the best of times.

I've reached the point where I'm making many many lists of where I'm supposed to be at any given time and trying to find or schedule somewhere a spare fifteen minutes to squeeze some writing in for Four Hours in the Spa or Derby or Blog or even (gasps of horror at such a preposterous suggestion) Myself.

Besides constant whingeing/mild overwhelming feeling I'm finding the busyness uniquely satisfying: I haven't been this busy since highschool, and I didn't have [too many] nervous breakdowns then! And now I have chemical assistance on my side to prevent the onset of breakdowns! Just need to be better organised and re-learn my limitations... which is bound to happen anytime soon. Now would be good. Or Now.

Anyhow I am on holiday all next week and don't have to squeeze in any of that pesky Work, leaving me far more time for All This Other Stuff. YayHooray, I *heart* holiday.