Eek! I'm going insane with too much to do. Mom reminded me last night that there's only two weeks to Christmas, and my jaw about dropped. Half the fun of Christmas is the anticipation, and I haven't had the time to enjoy the anticipation yet! Saturday, I worked all day because I have this tax return due on the 15th, and I am so far behind it's not funny. Even if I hadn't missed a couple days last week because of the migraine and training I would have been behind. Saturday night we went to see Wylde Nept at The Mill, which is always fun. I was up until 2 a.m. drinking Guinness and Bell's Double Cream Stout (which is just as good as Guinness, if not better - blastphemy, I know!) and singing Celtic drinking songs. I really need some of these CD's. I always buy a few for tax season...maybe I'll do that this year. I was smart, I would have asked for them for Christmas.

Anyway, I was up late Saturday, and I literally slept Sunday away. I don't know if it was a product of staying up late, or the stress of last week catching up with me, but I needed the rest and there went my plan of going back into work. So I'm still stressed, but well-rested and therefore less stressed. Who knows how long that will last, but I'll sure be glad when this week is over. Maybe I'll have time to enjoy Christmas then.