What a packed week it’s been. Everything has had to fit exactly into its little slot in fifteen minute increments, and by Thursday, it’s gotten to me. All I want to do is veg, brain dead in front of some (taped) Olympics.

I haven’t got anywhere on the job opening except leaving a voice mail for someone. I need to verify that my work experience can count as training before I go and drop a lot of money and time to take a test, in case I’m not qualified to do it after all.

I had to spend four hours driving back and forth to Sac for a two-hour meeting, and was late picking up the kids. They didn’t mind — they just ate their dinner at the dojo, but I was stressed out and therefore not responding too well to learning new things on the floor. The black belts working with me recognized that I was getting pretty flustered and frustrated and backed off with instructions on exactly what to practice at home. Won’t work people be surprised when they walk on me in my office and catch me doing a parry-circle block or walking back and forth all duck footed.

This weekend’s going to be full with the business and getting that job stuff finalized. Maybe. But at least I?ll get to sleep in a little.

I believe that this is exactly the kind of time that I need to break out the yoga DVDs, but when?