Despite my boss's worries that we need to be marketing more and get out there in the community, I am swamped with work again. I've been coming in early and leaving later than usual and I'm blowing deadlines all over the place, which is stressing me out.
I'm also not sleeping so well this week because Jason is out of town. Despite 31 years on my own, apparently now I need a husband to sleep. Lame. I actually blame my imagination more than anything. I am very good at spooking myself and recalling scary movie moments while I'm lying there in the dark alone, trying to fall asleep.
Then last night I saw the first house centipede in our home. Not even the fairy-tale house is immune to the scourge of house centipedes! So I spent a little time chasing it around (those things are fast!) and my pumping adrenaline kept me up way past when I was tired.
The point is, this week has been kind of a bust, exercise-wise. I swam on Monday, but that's been it. I plan to swim tomorrow, but I've missed all of my other swims this week because I was beat and/or needed to come into work early. Also, it's been raining all week so it's not like I could take a long walk as a make-up.
Oh well. I'll just have to get back in the game next week. To misquote Scarlett O'Hara, after all, next week is another week!