Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

Gah.

This week was considerably less like dirt than last week.

But man, I have the tired.

Transitions. And so on. Let’s do the week.

The hard stuff

Those damn dogs.

Between the little yappy one that belongs to neighbor #1 and the giant bark-ey one that belongs to neighbor #2, I’m about to lose my …. temper? Mind? Patience?

Choose one and let me know.

Noise-sensitive + barking + HSP = headaches, nightmarish bad moods and complete inability to think.

I adore dogs. I really, really do. But I can’t take it.

Really anti-social.

Not that I’m ever “social”, per se.

(Oh, understatement. It is the highest form of humor. You can read my post on networking to find out just how badly I need to avoid my fellow human beings).

But this week I just couldn’t even fake it. I avoided my friends. And when I saw them, I wasn’t exactly a joy to be around.

Just really needing a lot of isolation at the moment. More, please.

I am completely and utterly exhausted.

Remember when I said — kind of half-jokingly but not really — that I thought I had vacation deficit?

Well, it’s caught up with me.

Because this week I finally got to the point where I was just not having fun anymore. The point where I had to stop and say okay sweetie, take the mental health week before it takes you.

The point where I could see myself getting wiped out with burnout flu.

The point where if one more person asked me a question, I was going to run away.

The point where … aargh. Okay.

I sat down with my assistant and my calendar, and — with increasing despair on my part, we tried to figure out what would need to happen for me to take a week off. And the earliest we could fit in an entire week was January.

Or right now. Like, tomorrow. Actually, it was not at all easy to cram into the schedule, but it was a choice between make-it-almost-work now or nothing.

Hahahahahahahaha.

I guess that’s as good a segue as anything into the good stuff. Shall we?

The good stuff

I have the best people working for me ever.

So my assistant (you know, the watchstander/bosun) decided to put me on emergency vacation.

She actually put “go on emergency vacation!” at the very top of my to-do list.

And then did all the necessary research and whatnot. And found a quiet place to send me and my gentleman friend away to so that I can at least fall apart somewhere pretty and pastoral.

Apparently I’m not allowed to do anything but rest and read. I bargained with her to be able to still write posts (because that’s my therapy) but the rest is mostly off limits.

Good foods and lovely people.

We went to the Farmers Market (hooray) and ran into Dana and Sarah.

We had dinner with Chris which was absolutely lovely. And his wife made an entire — and completely delicious — sugar-free meal just for me.

My gentleman friend made homemade pasta. And homemade pesto! With hazelnuts! Have I mentioned that I love him?

And Ez made pupusas.

It was the week of yum.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.

The gems from this week, including Stu’s acetyl Freudian slips.

Oh, and this week? Instead of “acetyl”, he said asphalt. Even better.

  • “tinnitus is to vault” instead of tonight is Shavuot
  • “expenses” instead of blintzes
  • “wiki guide on that” instead of we geek out on that
  • “mayday I would have given it the Czech’s box” instead of maybe I would have given it the chance
  • “boner ability” instead of vulnerability
  • “making stuff hatpin” instead of making stuff happen
  • “who Ray” instead of hooray
  • “allied defense” instead of live events
  • “creative fizzing” instead of creativity thing
  • “you don’t have to be a good idiom” instead of you don’t have to be good at it
  • “asian number fun” instead of observation number one
  • “I said to my theory-loving gentleman friends” instead of I said to my dear loving gentleman friend

(Love the plural, Stu. Gentleman friends. What are you trying to say? Because really, you could just come out and say it.)

And, my absolute favorite if such a thing is even possible:

  • “having a mosque aim wind sheer year and not people get out is quite a plus” instead of having a moth fly into your ear and not be able to get out is quite unpleasant.

Also: His second guess for moth was Hamas and his third guess was en masse. I’m starting to think that Stu doesn’t just hate commies. I think he hates everyone.

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.