The hours fly by and the deadlines pile up.
The mail keeps coming with more new bills, more reminders of things that need to be taken care.
A birthday party four days away, and not so much as a cake ordered or an invitation sent. Let alone a gift purchased.
I find myself in the land of half assed and not quite right. Again.
I wonder if there is a way I can survive without sleep. Or meals. Or a full time job. For just long enough that I can catch up.
I’m tired of aspiring to catch up.
I’m certain success is never found in the catching up.