Stress. Streeeeeeeeeess.
It is not so much any one big stressful thing; there's just an endless stream of little tasks to be done, and never a moment's rest to catch a breath. (Well, that's not totally true; I had a very lazy weekend which ended in driving out to Nashville to catch dinner with my dad before he traveled up to Kentucky for a conference.) I've never felt this kind of stress before; I never had the energy and emotional fortitude to take more than a couple things on. Is this what life is like for non-depressed people? It's very busy. And kind of awesome.
I have an interview for a textbook editing internship today (because that's what I need, another job) and am feeling slightly confident about it. The experience will be great. They still haven't found anybody to cover my MWF caregiving shifts. A client tried to grab my boob while I was bathing him this morning. "Tempting," he chuckled. UGH. I can't say I'll be sorry to hand him off to a different caregiver.
Wedding planning is kicking into gear, and seems to be going well. Since most of the guests will be coming in from out of town, I want to put a big chunk of the (very small) budget towards getting a block of rooms so people just have to get themselves here and back. Who knows what gas will cost by next May? Every once in a while I kind of glitch and panic, thinking "I'm planning a WEDDING, oh my GOD," but it passes. Now if I can just figure out a way to get Maggie-kitten involved in the ceremony somehow ...
Money problems are no longer an issue now that A Softer World has given me
this investment strategy. It's true! They just get fluffier and fluffier!