That’s right, it’s another Monday! The day the week seems to begin for most of the world. The day that, after a weekend of family fun and freaking out, I’m up early, back to the gym, and jumping into my work with a clear head. Last night I had a minor breakdown, totally unfounded, just one of those moments during which I can’t seem to think of things individually, only ALL at ONCE, and then I get bogged down by the LOT of it all, like I can’t breathe for the weight of the mental stuff that is crushing me. Melodrama is in my blood, just ask my mother.

There were some nice moments. I enjoyed visiting my sister Heather on Friday (you’ll read about the visit in my column), and then spending some time with family on Saturday for Brian’s 4th birthday party. I didn’t need to spend the ENTIRE day, 8 hours of lounging around a house can be draining, but the moments during which we were actually interacting, playing games and stuff, those were golden. Christ, it just occurred to me that I leave town NEXT Wednesday. Where does the time go? Huh? Over there? No? What about here? No matter. Fact is it goes. And then it’s gone. I have a lot to do between now and then, but I’m looking forward to the trip. I’m going to (as I learned thanks to the chick who called from the hotel, even though David has spent half the year keeping it a surprise) to MONTREAL! It’s like Paris Light, or so I’ve been told. I’m looking forward to some down time with my man, working on a project and nibbling on baguettes in the morning. So now, back to work, need to knock stuff off my list so that I don’t freak the F out again, and then, deep, deep breaths. And yoga. I can’t friggin’ believe I’m actually doing yoga.