How is it that I manage to superload one week out of almost every month with everything I need to do?  Furthermore, how do I fail to recognize those weeks before I’m already inside one?  

I must have a gift. Or, well… something. Maybe it’s payback for not doing much of anything last week.

I’ve just realized exactly how much I need to get done this week, not the least of which is this short story for SHU residency critiques, due on Friday and which I would like to get a chance to edit before I send it off. It’s a fun story, and I really like it – but every time I sit down to work on it, something else demands attention. Things like laundry can and often do get pushed off for a day or so before we run out of socks and underwear, but when the dog whines she needs to go out NOW, and then it’s all downhill.

I had hoped to do a bit of Christmas decorating this week but aside from the wreath on the front door I have a feeling that will be postponed until after my trip to lovely California this weekend. That’s right, I’m headed west because I just can’t get enough travel! No, seriously, one of my best friends is flying me out for a much anticipated visit We’re notoriously delinquent about sending gifts to one another, so this is something like three or four years’ worth of backlogged birthday and Christmas gifts all at once. Besides, we always see each other in odd-numbered years, and 2007 is drawing to a close, folks. I need my Jamie visit.

Also, I’m led to believe that I am her “show and tell” item for her middle school students on Monday. I’m a little nervous, because she’s been telling them about me and now I have a feeling I’ll have to be witty and smart and fun. That’s a tall order. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Now, back to the writing.