Flattened

The last few days have been exhausting. Not bad, but busy. In fact, make that busy squared. I spent Monday trying to plow through work I knew I wouldn’t get to on Tuesday and Wednesday, alternating with trying to get stuff ready for Tuesday and Wednesday. Then Tuesday and Wednesday arrived and I was sucked into the vortex of meetings from 9 to 5. Followed up with post work dinner meetings, because there were VIPs to be entertained. It was all very worthwhile, but damn was it exhausting.

Today I spent the day wading through the hundreds of work emails that accumulated over the last couple of days, and trying to deal with everyone who was feeling neglected by me. I’m coming down with a cold, and I’ve just learned I’m not pregnant. I have no energy to be creative or interesting or fun. I’m going to move forward with my plan to take NyQuil and lie on the couch.

If you’d like something interesting to read this evening, my I suggest a couple of my frequent commenters? They should be on my blogroll, and they will be someday when I get around to rebuilding my blogroll using Bloglines or Google Reader like I say I’m going to do.

Funny and interesting Mom of two sweet sounding boys, Jerri Ann

Former Frederickian, fellow infertile and more,Amy from Minnetonka

Smart, funny and a darn good writer, Northern Girl

Enjoy. Hopefully I'll be more coherent soon.

P.S. I’m so disappointed in my NyQuil experience. They’ve replaced the decongestant with some drug that cannot be turned in to crystal meth, and I have to say, it also cannot keep up with the river of snot flowing through my head right now. It is making me sleepy, but I still can’t breathe. I guess I’m going to have to go hand over my ID and get some of the good stuff (i.e. real Sudafed) tomorrow. I just hate the big brother-y feel of that. I’m not doing anything wrong, but I don’t like the, “oh, if I run through the package too fast, they’re going to think I’m pulling a fast one” feeling that goes along with the pseudo ephedrine purchase these days.