"Head...Shoulders...Knees and...SOCKS!"

I am in an oddly zen sort of place right now.  Not worried at all about the coming week, or things that need to be done, or everything that has to be done tomorrow morning.  I have my to-do lists ready.  I got everything done at work that needed to be done before I left today, gave a kick butt presentation for my entire division.  Tonight I did laundry and caught up on some shows.

Shiny is the worried one this year, I'm pretty calm because I know that he is going to do great and everything will work out just fine.

Hopefully my head cold will play itself out in the next couple of days - I hate the sneezing, and not being able to breathe, and being tired and thirsty all the time.   Av managed to get through his in 48-36 hours.  Yesterday everyone was telling me how crappy I sounded - oh and they all said "Socks...you sound like crap."  Don't hold back on my account.  But not my Shiny.  He was more polite and tactful and just told me to rest my voice.

Last night I didn't sleep well.  Could have been the cold, could have been the wierd ass dream I had about Chilly  and Nomad (by the way guys - you have a gorgeous house - all this natural wood, big windows, great view, funky pool, lots of cool artwork - but what was up with the chunky spoiled milk?)  

The past few nights I couldn't go to bed without writing another list of things to remind myself of that need to get done or delegated.  And once my head hit the pillow, I would continue to lay there in the dark thinking about everything that needs to be done.  I'm so efficient and organized this year that when I asked my colleague why he didn't remind me about something he usually always reminds me of, his reply was "Well I knew you'd take care of it!"  I'm exhausted, and while there is so much to occur in the next few days, and next week will be jam-packed, all I can think about is that I should really go to bed.  I'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow morning. 

So yeah...that's cool.  I'm just gonna go with the flow...