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Good morning. ouch. I'm so tired my fingers even hurt to write. I'm so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open on the way into the office. 5:15 I roll up and park, and I seriously contemplated reclining my chair and going comatose for the next couple of days. I've averaged 3.5 hours of sleep for the last couple days, and no matter how many 17-18 hour days I put in, I cannot seem to get ahead of my tremendous workload.

I know I'm lagging (thanks Michel for pointing that out!) on sharing life here, but it seems like I'm letting a lot of things I care about kinda fall by the side lately. My friends have given me a hall-pass to be all but absent from their lives, and I feel like I'm so unbelievably swamped that I've had to let my personal life fall into this state of disarray. Thank you all--thanks J and Dot and Ryan and everyone else for your encouragement and release to be swamped and all but unavailable. I cannot wait for this season of time to pass. In case you didn't know, I moved my business to a new firm about 7 weeks ago, and I've been burning the candle at both ends trying to complete this transition. Managing a team of four and all of the personal idiosyncrasies that each individual brings to the table, over-booking my time to accommodate as many of our clients as I can meet with, sending paperwork via every available means of communication (we've even tried smoke signals), reacquainting myself with a new system and corporate culture...and then going home to collapse with my beautiful family to rest briefly before doing it all over again the next day. My drive home (since the drive in is a bit too early for most people) is allocated as damage control for the mounting issues of import that have been unattended to in my personal life.

All in all, a great season of time. I thrive in stress, and I enjoy the opportunity to accel under pressure. But I'm growing weary of my inability to keep up with those I love, and the nagging feeling of disorganization that haunts me anytime I slow down long enough to allow my mental task list to catch up with me. I have peace, but I'm coming off of the most stressful two months, the most stressful two weeks, and probably the most stressful two days in my career.

Cheers. The End is Near.