It’s not as if I’m planning a turkey dinner with all the fixings for a bunch of people (or any dinner with any fixings for anybody). I’m just trying to get through the work I need to get through so that I can take Thursday off and ease up on Friday without the requisite residue of guilt. So why do I feel as if the walls are closing in and the clocks running at warp speed?

I can’t slow down the clocks, but I think I’d better try to slow down everything else, just a little. I’ll never make it to January if I don’t get November and December under control. My mind seems to be telling me that the best way to get things done is by screaming at the phone every time it rings, and pounding the walls every time something goes wrong. So far that hasn’t worked out very well, so I’ll try taking things more in stride. Easier said than done, but possible. Many people live that way.

Tim called me in the midst of a typical crisis today, and he was in such a jolly mood that it gave me hope for myself. If someone who’s way more Type A than I am can be almost giddy over making pot stickers to take to a friend’s house for Thanksgiving tomorrow, maybe I can calm my own jangled nerves long enough to enjoy life a little more than I seem to be doing. I’ll be with family tomorrow, so that will certainly help.