One of those weeks

So this week has been me trying to recover from getting smacked by a pole (look at the picture again). Between being bombarded both at work and home, I didn't have a chance. Of course, I suffer from the trait of downplaying the demands in life and thinking I should be able to deal. But having house guests for 14 days straight and dealing with over a dozen projects (6 would be pushing it) and training two and half new people (we have a new intern), it's not unreasonable.



I took care of my last family obligation last weekend and am planning a very low key, reenergizing, sleep fest this weekend. Of course I hope to catch up on chores - laundry, kitty litter, dealing with the mass of "stuff" in the loft (I swear it is procrating and multiplying on it's own), but in a fun, unrushed way.



So last weekend is worth mentioning - I visited dad and Barbro since Karin, my step-sister was in town. My brother and his girlfriend made it up and we all met up to watch the Strolling of the Heifers - in the rain. Basically it is what it sounds like - a parade of farm cows, floats, and marching bands. The name is more fun than the event, but maybe that's because I was cold and wet and tired.



In a more upbeat note, I am excited to watch the Tony's this sunday (on CBS). A good friend from highschool (who I of course lost touch with - you know I how I am) is in a very successful musical - the Jersey Boys. He's been nominated for best actor, the musical for best musical, and they will be performing. Exciting - go John (lloyd Young)! I'll be keeping the fingers crossed. I've rented Love's Labour's Lost to get in the mood (the library didn't have much of a selection last night). We'll have to see how it all turns out.