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Two nights ago I awoke from an anxiety dream where I had perishable stuff stowed in five different combination-locked lockers around campus (not sure where), and it was very important that I get them all open. I woke up desperately trying to remember five three-digit locker combinations. Not sure what that was all about -- I think I'm reasonably low-stress right now.
Though don't get me started about E's all-family-all-the-time Europe extravaganza, which would drive a mild man mad. Add to that my rigorous schedule of weddings and you've got a real scheduling pickle. (And I don't even have a purse-sized 2007 calendar yet ...)
I have discovered that the secret to work productivity is staying home. No, really. I worked all week, but at home, and came in for meetings, and I got a ton done. Now that I'm back in the office after the worst of my January cold, I've gotten absolutely NOTHING done today.