Hurry up and rest

Some blogger I am. A whole damn month and not a peep out of me. I suppose I could offer up the whole copper wire stealing spree that went on in our neighborhood as an excuse, and then all the work I've had to contend with at the office. But the truth is that I just couldn't be arsed to write anything. I'm just uber-lazy these days.

Now I'm on vacation. Ha ha! Three lovely, lovely weeks. Oh, no! Three lousy stinking weeks. So much to do. So little time. I'm suffering from vacation anxiety. Seriously. I'm actually getting panic attacks, and this is just the first day.

So much to do! I have to finish my new novel by the 30th of November, and then I have to deliver the proposal (the lethal 3 chapters and an outline) by December 15th. Who came up with that little timeline?

Added to that, I have all these little mundane tasks to do. Like my taxes...6 months late. And some cooking and freezing, so when I get back to the office I won't be so frazzled in the afternoon. And some tidying and organising...

And some resting. Better hurry up and get some of that done, too.