Leaves are down. Squirrels are chasing each other through the fallen leaves. Our son has his first concert with the local youth orchestra on Sunday. The first marking period ends Friday.
Work is insanity to the power of 100. I am flying to Texas next week as part of a team aiming to bring in new business. I am a writer - not a strategist, not a sales person, not a shmoozer. I don't feel like this is the best use of my skills. That said - the experience is definitely interesting. Stressful, too.
So, all my regular work got pushed aside to make room for the "pitch" thing.
I am annoyed at one of my kids because he a) did not do his chores even though he had a day off on Tuesday and could have gotten so much done, b) he is behind on homework even though he had a day off on Tuesday, c) he had a day off on Tuesday and pretty much did nothing. OK, that's not fair - he actually made supper for everyone on Tuesday. And I do understand the need to just relax and not do anything for a day.
I am going to go help our youngest kid practice cello - she started taking lessons a couple of months ago. And then maybe I'll get to read a book. And then maybe I'll get to sleep.
