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I think I'm at the point where I realize I'm in over my head.
And yet here I am in Binghamton, NY drinking a few drinks at the bar. I'm trying to get a paper done tonight and have a quiz I have to do by noon tomorrow. Three audits need to be done and I'm done putting equal concentration on any of them. I didn't sleep very well last week and now I'm sleeping too well this week even with all I have to do because I'm losing my priorities. When I get to HQ next week, there a huge pile of work to get done.
And it's only Tuesday.
sigh
And my grandfather is selling his cabin. Understanding under his circumstances but I'm losing the only place I've ever felt complete peace. I swung by last weekend as one last trip, but it was still sad. I still remember the fireflies in the summer and the falling snow in winter.
I guess for the moment I'll be me...