Brad and I seem to have overbooked ourselves lately. The dishes are piling up in the sink (the dishes never pile up in the sink!), there's a load of laundry accumulating more wrinkles every day, as we haven't gotten around to folding it in a week, and the cats are starting to get lonely.

It finally dawned on me last night that we've been stretched a little thin, when I had to accept the fact that I wouldn't be able to finish rereading the sixth book of Harry Potter in time for the seventh to come out. It's not that I've been unmotivated to read (that's never the case), but that every second of every day seems to be filled with some sort of obligation.

If I were a nice, friendly, social person, I wouldn't have used the word "obligation" there.

When I'm stretched thin like this I learn interesting things about myself. My filter stops working quite so well, and I start to do and say things I know I shouldn't. I committed two social faux pas yesterday, though I managed to salvage one so far (I think).

On the other hand, I did manage to convince my employer that we should really be drinking filtered tap water instead of the astronomical amounts of bottled water we go through. I normally wouldn't get up on my righteous environmental high-horse and rouse the rabble, but I was feeling sassy. So I guess it can be good sometimes to have my inner editor on vacation.

Still, I can't wait until life calms down again.... sometime in mid-August.