Today was the completion of my 55-hour workweek, thanks to the millions of Americans who mail the bulk of their Christmas letters and packages the week befor Christmas. I'm proud of myself for not completely melting under the pressure. This week I have done approximately three things: work, sleep, and shower. (A big to thank you to my forgiving husband, who doesn't mind that I haven't done a scrap of cleaning or cooking the past week). I feel severly wilted, but now I have two whole days off and, miracle upon miracles, I have Christmas day off.
Man, am I tired.
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