I've had one of the calmest weekends in quite a while. Work has been... well, a lot. Enough so that I am tired after and I seem to be playing some sort of catch-up. Not sure what it is I am trying to catch up with.

I have a new "coordinator" who has a very aggressive plan. It's good thing but I sometimes think that we are going to hit a wall. It's a good thing that I seem to have all the right things in the right place. Of course, because I am such a control freak, I feel that I need to be three steps ahead even though I am two. I can be crazy like that. I guess I just miss all the down time I used to have because of my excessive need to be ultra-prepared.

The past two weekends have had me traveling: first to Philadelphia to visit the in-laws, then to Connecticut to have dinner for friends and spend the night. I hate traveling. I have to take medication to get on a plane now. I just do. I can fly without but I won't bother because I don't even want to try. Traveling takes a lot out of me. I feel spent. And since I did so the past two weekends, I was looking forward to not doing so this one.

I suppose I have become a major creature of habit. I am going to assume it comes with age. I normally have weekends off, and I prefer to have it totally off. I love teaching on Saturdays, working out afterward, going to brunch, shopping around, and going home to nap. Then, Sundays just doing as I please. I love that. I had that this weekend. I hope to have it next weekend as well.

I am going to try hard to make sure I do. Later.  ¶ 9:38 AM