I probably should have taken more time off from work.
We’re at the stage where the finishing touches for the wedding have to be done and my work schedule makes it complicated. I planned to wake up at 9 a.m. on a day off to get stuff done but slept 11 hours instead. I’m now squeezing things in during breaks at work, and I’ll attempt an early rise again on Friday.
I’ll spare you the details. Hell, I want to be spared the details.
I just really need the next week at work to be smooth sailing so I can wrap up this stuff, but it’s a newspaper so that’s not going to happen.
Oh well. It’s not like I haven’t pulled of frenzied, last-minute planning while I have 10 other equally important things going on before.