Working 10-hour days doesn't seem so awful until you figure in taking no breaks and being on your legs all day trying to satisfy over a thousand stressed-out teenagers. Add to that a project that is somewhat behind schedule, a 20-hour commute, and no time for Bikram for at least another week, and you will have a very cranky DBG. I'm just putting my head down and trudging ahead, hoping the worst will be over by next weekend so that I can focus some energy on the upcoming holiday and our trip south on Amtrak.
There are a few glints of promise in the coming week, though. We'll be seeing Anthony Minghella's new production of Madama Butterfly for the second time on Saturday and I plan to finish writing my Christmas letters this week, a task I actually enjoy. And this afternoon, The Husband is singing in a Christmas concert in Lynbrook, a yearly ritual that kicks off the holidays for me.
And in case you're wondering, the Scathingly Brilliant Idea is still in the percolating stage, and we're going over to take a look inside the temple in a half hour or so. Pictures to follow.
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