Sort of cruising right now. It has been insanely busy and my family has been less than kind about the whole issue. In laws are complaining because work has kept me going six days a week, and my wife seven days a week (due to a lot of "absences" which I think have more to do with alcohol than with flu). As a result we didn't get packages for Christmas in the mail last week, and everyone is saying we've ruined Christmas. I'm so exhausted I don't even care. Next year I think I'll just send a cheque. Note: This isn't lack of planning or disorganization. We only got lists last week (Tuesday), and they expected us to drop everything and just shop for them. We got shopping done last night (not bad I think) and we'll have the packages out tomorrow. Still, this is a stressful time - and normally I love Christmas.

And work has been going well recently (lots of compliments on my work and a lot of people telling my boss how much help I've been) which is good. But at the end of the day I'm so exhausted I end up passing out in bed with a book.