A Day of Rest

These days, the only thing that's keeping me going is the promise that it will soon be December 27th.

This month has proved to be the busiest month of my life, in both my personal and my professional space. I don't remember the last time I've been asleep before 1am. I don't remember the last time I woke up at a reasonable hour for work. It seems every morning I'm exhausted or hungover or both. I don't remember the last time I made myself a healthy, nutritious meal. I don't remember the last time I did my hair or put makeup on before 7pm. In a nutshell, I am Seriously. Burned. Out. Coffee is my only friend. And I haven't even started Christmas shopping yet.

In ten days, though, I have exactly nothing going on. I do not have to work. I do not have to be anywhere. If I want to stay in bed for an entire 24 hours with my Magic Wand and Cinemax on Demand, I can. I can even spring for real porn, if I so desire. I'm not on call. I don't need to answer my phone. Then, two days after my day of rest, I'm going to Africa. And thus begins my countdown, first to Do Nothing Day, and then to Africa. And I've lined up a kickass guest blogger to fill in while I'm away, AKA The Roommate.