Starting tomorrow I’ve got a big client in town this week whose schedule is actually requiring that I rise at 4AM each morning (pause while I mentally try to figure out what time I should be going to bed tonight, then give up when I realize that even if I went to bed now I would most likely still be exhausted when rising at 4AM. . .oh well) and put in some long-ass hours for the next three days.

Before you think of me as a whiner, let me just say I continue to be ever so grateful for each and every meeting client that comes my way for that is my chosen profession; and for as long as they keep hiring me I’ll keep trying to save the universe one meeting at a time.  (Wait, am I really doing the universe a favor by organizing another event?  Methinks so, yes. At least that’s what I’m going with for now.  No time to change jobs and become a neurosurgeon at my age.   Just sayin’)  Anyway, so today I’m in the final stages of everything for tomorrow’s event launch  – phone calls, checklists, more phone calls, yadda, yadda – but in truth, what is really on my mind is the upcoming three day weekend.  Ahhh yes.  In only three grueling long workdays (did I mention I’ll be rising at 4AM?  I did?  Well, did I mention that I won’t stagger home until about 16 hours after my start time?  Okay, now I have.) I will have arrived, nay earned!, a little recovery time in the form of a holiday weekend.