I keep saying that I’d like for life to slow down just a hair, but the reality is that I’m the reason that my life doesn’t have many lulls. As I’ve said before, I am the Queen of Mistaking a Level Playing Field for Room to Add Something Else. I’ve been holding that title for over a decade now and am just realizing that I must like it. If I didn’t, I’d have changed it by now. So I must either enjoy it or get some perverse fulfillment from the sensation of constantly being hauled in ten directions at once and never quite catching up on everything enough to breathe.

Maybe this week I’ll finally get through the digital mountain of photos, finish the (unfortunately) very real mountain of housework (although it’s now more of a Cordillera, comprised of Mt. Tidying, Cleaningberg and Gardenworkhorn) and reach an equilibrium in my assault on creative projects that lets me feel satisfied that my family doesn’t live in utter squalor while I accomplish things beyond scrubbing.