As you can tell by the lateness in the day of this blog post, I forgot to schedule anything to post in the middle of the night, as per usual.
Some days you're the rope.
In J.R.R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring, his character Bilbo Baggins says he's been feeling stretched. Thin. Like butter scraped over too much bread. (Not only is this the PERFECT analogy for a food-obsessed creature like a hobbit, but it's also just so vivid an image that I always stop to savor it when I think about it. Wish I'd said it.)
But this week I know how Bilbo feels. I know how the rope in a tug of war feels.
Content edits on novel under deadline. Priority.
Prepare for company coming. Priority.
Prepare for conference. Priority.
Jump through hoops to complete detailed bookkeeping re my late MIL's estate. Priority.
How do you choose? What has to come first? What can you let slide?
Not much sleeping going on around here.