Ugh.

Just to bring you up to my level of anxiety, or down to my level of fatigue, let me point something out: it's nine weeks until Christmas. Nine weeks! I read this on a blog yesterday, and thought, Well that's swell, Loobylu, whyntcha give me a nice papercut and pour lemon juice on it while you're at it?!

Refer back to my list of roles, to which I forgot to add: First-time marathon trainee. No, I'm not kidding. Although that isn't going too well, my training buddy went down the Colorado and I haven't run a lick since. Will remedy that later today.

Anyway, I'm just whining because I'm busy--WHAT A COOL BLOG TOPIC!!! NOT!!! IRONICALLY I am busy in part because I am flush with teaching jobs. So flush, I called yesterday and turned down the opportunity at the personal training studio. And all my teaching jobs are at yoga studios. Believe me, I know how lucky that is for a new teacher! One of the teachers at the Redmond studio is moving, so I'm taking over two of her classes, so once she's gone I'll be teaching 8 classes a week. Through the end of this year, I'm (gritting my teeth and) keeping 20 hours at the office, but my boss and I are meeting about hiring a new/transitional person for my position and I have put him on notice that I won't be working 20 hours a week starting in January. Hopefully ten, if we can find a good replacement. (I *shouldn't* quit and I actually don't *want* to quit, in answer to your next question.) Until then, I'll be digging in the dryer for clean underwear, creating lots of lists items on which I don't get to check off, and making lots of meals out of the Apple Pie flavor of these things.