To say that the world is busy on this end would be an understatement. We are in the dead heat of tax season - the point where it is all hands on deck, your main exercise comes from from run/walking from one end of the office to the other, and the time that I really wish I had those sneakers that have the wheels on the bottoms. 'Course, at that point, I would simply run into the doorways of co-workers...but you get the idea.
I no longer dream regular dreams. I dream of spreadsheet allocations, tying out trial balances, and tracking foreign investment income. It is an odd sense of comfort, as lately, in my dreams, my work has been perfect. I appreciate the lack of a panic-y cold sweat. And, as my dreams are just a continuation of my days, it is not hard to get back in the groove each morning. I never left it.
I got up early today get some work in, and now it is time to start moving on some home items. Chickens, cats, dishwasher. The day to day affairs. But rest assured, the end is in sight. Soon, the summer days of gardening and romping outside will be here.
Just a few more weeks....and I will be back :)