Racing, racing, racing...

So much to do and so little time. Which is, of course, all the more reason to stop and blog.

I have today and two more weekend days to prep for the upcoming visit from the parents/tonsillectomy. And let's be honest, I have PLENTY to do.

Matt went for a ride, and that gives me some time to hustle.

I am starting to have weird surgical anxiety dreams. Which is probably to be expected. Of course, me without anxiety dreams is like birthday cake without ice cream.


Ok - gotta go rehang some pictures, move boxes and create order from chaos.