Take two of these and call me in the morning.

It’s not even Derby week yet and my panties are already in a wad.

Is that even a saying anymore?

I just mean that I’m all stressed out, and my time is slipping away from me one commitment at a time. Don’t get me wrong — it’s all fun and will be fun in the end. It’s just stressful to somehow juggle work with play, and when work is often play, how do you record that on a time sheet?

I’m hoping this year I can just take a deep breath and take on things one at a time … and be mindful and present and content and happy and appreciative. May it all work out as it should and may my hangovers not suck like a Dirt Devil on shag carpet.