Crazy

This has been a crazy week. We're short a person in the office and we always feel it when a person is missing. We're all holding our own. Just takes a little bit extra.

Waiting for my little guy to fall asleep so that I can get on the elliptical. I need to just work myself into a nice, luxurious exhaustion. Helps with the creative process too. And I sleep like the dead after. Which is good, since I'm a very light sleeper usually.

I never was a good sleeper. And when I'm geeking out on a book, it's worse. I have scenes playing out in my mind before, during and after sleep. I dream of the characters, work out problems in my sleep.

But working myself until I almost drop helps me to shut it all down. Or at least quiet it down to a dull roar. Not so much technicolor.

Okay, I'm off.