Runs with scissors

The next two and a half weeks are going to be jam packed. So much so that I fear for my sanity. And I'm quite certain that I will be collapsing into a shivering, sobbing heap at the end of those two and a half weeks.

On to of trying to get my house fixed, I'm working next weekend, which means I'll miss Dewey's Read-A-Thon again. And then it's down to Texas for a conference for work, stopping along the way to visit the folks. Then back up here to get my house fixed. I hope.

The end of the semester is supposed to be restful! Why am I always so darn busy?