I've been working crazy hours. crazy. as in go to work at 9 and come home at midnight. every day this week. oh, including sunday (that was kind of a half-day since I didn't go in until 1230). But most of the work is for my pro bono client so if we can pull off a miracle and win it will be worth it. Actually, it is worth it even if we lose (which we probably will) because I believe in my client. Maybe I will be asked to be on Oprah if we can win . . . (sleep deprivation talking).
Tonight I managed to slip out for a blissful hour and half to attend a friend's engagement party at the Yale Club. It was delightful and I didn't want to leave. Mostly because I knew when I left I had to go back to work. . . and I did.
Then I had to come home and do laundry, which is why I'm not in bed yet.
This work thing looks like it is going to be ugly for a while - I will definitely be spending Valentine's day ordering dinner at my desk. Whee!!! Then I am going to run out of town for some ME time and then the madness starts up again next week with THREE consecutive days in court (only two of which are hearings). The first court appearance is to swear a friend into federal court which is kind of exciting.
In reviewing my calendar I should have an opportunity to sit, ponder, reflect, create an blog something worth reading around the second week of March . . . I kid. Maybe. I sort of have something in the works.
But there was an up side to today. I wore a dress I bought on a whim a few weeks ago that I hadn't had an opportunity to wear (too cold) and I loved it. I loved how it looked and how it felt and how fantastic it looked with patent red peep-toe shoes. Really, it worked well in the office and transitioned nicely to the engagement party where I received compliments which are always lovely.
Oh, and I also received a wonderful package today from Emily that included the greatest toffee ever. I ate it all in one sitting even though it made me sick. I just felt that I deserved it somehow (the taste, not the sick).
Now I'm going to get my laundry out of the dryer, go to bed and try to ignore the fact that tomorrow is make-all-singles-feel-depressed-and-lame day.