This past week included a trip to Vegas, a red-eye back to Pittsburgh, 13-15 hour workdays, a big event that I’ve been planning for months, dealing with the antics of an active (and still ringworm-ridden) kitten, and no more than 3-4 hours of sleep each night.
I survived on protein bars and energy drinks. On Friday night I crashed. I’m still alive, just comatose and groggy and now coping with an ear infection. After I recover by catching up on sleep, I’ll catch up on everything else . . .