Hi. I am in full on “time to freak right the fuck out mode.”
It’s time to recognize that there are a few things that just will. not. get. done.
Have I mentioned I’m a bit of a perfectionist? And a worrier?
Update (11:24am): Just been informed that we get a half-day off on the 24th. It doesn’t mean those things that need to be done will get done, but it does mean I won’t be as rushed getting out of the house that morning.