Though I claim to live in hot pursuit of a "normal" week of peace, in reality I constantly devise new ways to keep myself just on this edge of collapse.
Helpful as always, my brother Joe helped me clarify my thinking to realize that my biting-off-more-than-I-can-chew syndrome is the result of "the sheer quantity causing the feed rate to exceed the chewable quantity rate" as opposed to "a situation where your mouth is so full that you physically can't move your mandible." So thanks for that insight, bro.
Here's a sneak peek as to what--given the absence of illness, travel, or foster babies--has been keeping me all a-dither this week:
It's my bedroom--with its myriad windows, planes, walls, corners, and doorways--painted "Totally Teal." A shade I pointed out to Mark should make our bedroom an oasis of serenity. Confused, and without a shade of irony, he responded, "What?! What serenity?"