To Do:

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Sunday: Sleep, work, work, work.
Monday: Work work, sleep, work.
Tuesday: Work, sleep, pack, sleep.
Wednesday: Work, shower, fly.
Thursday - Wednesday: Sight-see, drive, rinse, repeat.
Thursday: Fly, sleep.
Friday: Work.
Saturday: Birthday.

Then it's all back to normal.

. . .

I don't really feel like I've had a whole year between my last birthday and this upcoming one, which is weird, because if you look back on the last year, there were about a zillion things that happened — way more than the usual year.

• I went on six trips that I can recall off the top of my head and will have a seventh one under my belt by the sunrise of my natal day.

• I changed positions/workplaces three times.

• I met about a zillion new people

• My wardrobe underwent a significant shift from just t-shirts and jeans to having a bunch of dresses and skirts.

• Moved. Again. (but that's not weird, really)

• Acquired another cat.

• Transacted real estate.

All in all, I think it adds up to a pretty full year. It doesn't really feel like it though, and I'm not sure why. It just seems to have flowed out in the river of time and passed me by daydreaming.

To do in my 28th year: Pay more attention. You only get one go, you know.

Here we go again.