The bad news is I'm looking at working straight through yet another weekend. Doc's ongoing project is keeping me super busy; Dopey recently sent another 450-page book (due Tuesday); Sleepy just emailed me something I've been afraid to even look at; and every time Sneezy realizes I'm down to my last document, they send me eight more. Plus, Prince Charming still has his March 19 manuscript deadline.
Here's how I think this happened: When the economy was suffering, I needed seven clients because work from most of them was fairly scarce. Now things are better, and they are loading me up. I'm thinking seriously of "firing" Sneezy if I can't get this under control in the next couple of months. I would like some semblance of my life back.
The good news is the dwarf situation is not quite as dire as it was a few weeks ago, and so I'm finding time to get to the gym. Sarge wanted to do a duathlon yesterday—a 2-mile run and 2-mile bike—and we invited the rest of the family to join us. My older son ran his 2 miles in 17 minutes, which surprised me. (When did he get so fast? He never runs.) I announced beforehand that I was going to walk most of my run segment, but Sarge got impatient with me for taking so long (because of his age, the gym requires him to stay with a parent), and I had to run the last half-mile at 7 mph plus. Guess what? I can do that now, apparently.