I have passed beyond the stage where I think I have enough time. That was Tuesday.
I am over cursing having to go into work and spend nine-plus hours away from home, when I could have made such good use of that time. That was yesterday.
I am past making schedules broken down into 15 minute increments that prove beyond a doubt that I have enough time to finish it all, if I just stick to the schedule. That was today.
Now I am just thinking that I will work until I can't work any longer tonight, and really that's all I can do. I think that is resignation.
He wasn't super-thrilled about the pink.
My deadline tonight is Secondo's arrival home from his first-ever prom (yes, he is a freshman; she is a junior; yes, it is Thursday; yes, I know) and then I am done for the day.
Tomorrow will bring my truck packed full of something or another, one way or another, ready to hit the road south.