Tired.

Throwing six months’ of work into the next two and a half weeks.  Part of it’s schoolwork, which was delayed by problems with a statistical computer program, and truth be known, there is some procrastination.  Most of it is a project I offered to help out with last fall, and was assured that everything was “under control.” This from a person I’ve known for a very long time, and quite honestly, I should have known.

It’s about a year long project and only half done.  But because we are friends, and he is very much like me, he knew he could wait until the last minute to call and beg for help.  Fortunately for him, this friend is an amateur chef, and my daughter thinks the smoke detector means that dinner’s done.  So, someday when I move out, he owes me a freezer full of meals, and I will send this thing off, beautifully done and in excellent shape, in about two weeks.  While I’m in the middle of finals, and, oh yeah, I got three new clients on my caseload this week, so I am seeing at least one family every day of the week. Saturday I see three. Because I’m going to Hawaii, and will be gone when my finals should have been scheduled, I have to complete all my courses by the end of September so I can take my finals before I go, otherwise I fail all three classes.

I wish I could be a kitten…