doodledee

Over the last week or so, I've gone to more meetings than in any other time in my professional life. They start in the morning and go all through the afternoon. And these aren't just 'meetings', either. They're roll-up your sleeves, argue with your neighbors, and redefine your business processes type meetings. You feel beat-up coming out of them. For a while, I'd wake up in the morning hungry for more, but now I'm starting to get a little fragile. I can't wait 'til I snap, that's usually fun to watch.

Some things I've done to help stay sane:

• After Libby and Molly baked a triple batch of sprtiz cookies tonight, I ate about 20 of them. Rock on, butter lovers.
• While grocery shopping at Cub yesterday, I made the check out girl wear a santa hat while ringing through my groceries. It's probably best not to ask why I had a santa hat with me at the time.
• I say the word 'caw' a lot. Loudly.

That last one might be actually be sign that the sanity preservation techniques I've chosen haven't been as effective as I would have hoped.