I keep forgetting it is Saturday and I almost missed getting a latte at the coffee shop. Which would have been tragic because I still have one more holiday gathering to attend and a few more gifts to wrap.

My brother is trying to figure out how to bluetooth a pic of his girlfriend up onto the tv via the Roku. He's been at it ten minutes and counting... instead of just showing the screen to my dad. Papa's all about figuring it out. Mama and I are shaking our heads and eating cheese and crackers. Ah, the holidays.

I love the convenience of, "sorry the baby is tired. We should go."

Gronk. So tired. For the last two nights ltc hasn't wanted to go back to sleep after her middle of the night feeding. I'm hoping it is just because she is so overstimulated by all the holiday craziness. We had the last of three holiday gatherings last night, and today is all about resting and reading and lots of tea for me. I think we're going to have to build a new wing on the house just to hold all of ltc's Christmas gifts. She got a ridiculous amount of stuff. She is one very lucky and loved little girl.

Just realized my flight leaves Tuesday afternoon, not Wednesday. Glad I discovered that today instead of later, but now I feel all rushed.

Where are all these women who commiserate with their girlfriends when they're freaking out? I need some of those women. All my friends and family are like the stereotypical Man who offers Practical Advice to Fix Your Problem. I'm an intelligent practical adult; I can fix my problem myself, once I get over the freakout - what I need is help getting over the freakout! When I yell OH NO MY FLIGHT LEAVES IN TWO DAYS NOT THREE what I want is someone to yell OH NOES TIME PRESSURE back and offer me a drink or something. I don't really need my sister to immediately schedule my next two days for me. As if that takes the pressure off. It doesn't. The pressure is emotional, and I don't know how to relieve the feeling that suddenly there isn't enough time. The only way I deal with that is procrastinating, which is exactly the wrong thing to do.

When I feel like flailing around in panic, sometimes all I want is someone to flail with me for a couple of minutes. Then I see how ridiculous it looks, and I realize what I must look like, and I can break the cycle. Then the other person can say, "Yeah, let's do something else."

Our governor just "won" Arizonan Of The Year. If I had ever heard of this award, I would assume there was an "I am Legend" pandemic around.

Sounds like the county commissioner who won Utahn of the Year from the Association of Utah Counties, after said county commissioner was charged with felonious trespass on closed federal wilderness in yet another protest of "This land is in Utah, we Utahns can do what we want with it, how dare the Federal Government declare that this federal land is to be run by federal laws! This is America, we can do what we want!"

Ah, that special Utah logic.

I've lived in this state for more than half my life, and yet when I write out "Utah" and realize that I live there/here, it always surprises me.

I NEED MORE TIME

ahhhh yes you DO