All I want for Christmas...

...is a friggin' break.

6:00 am: alarm goes off, I get up, shoot off some emails, get ready for the day
7:00: Laundromat; try to avoid the chatty retired truck driver from Minnesota
9:01: Therapy...didn't even fold the socks and underwear and I was still late
9:50: Unload laundry and hang up clothes to dry; resist flipping off my neighbor when he incessantly honks his horn so I'll move my car
10:00: grocery
10:35: fry onion and prepare meatloaf for tonight's dinner, fix hair and makeup again after laundromat and therapy adventures
11:05: show up late to lab meeting at Fuller, find out dissertation is finally moving forward (yessss!)
12:20: bang trim; try to decipher stylist's comment, "Wow! Have you always been this creative with your hair? You're not a bit afraid to work those curls, are you?!"
12:30: back home to fix hair again (crazy stylist) and grab a sandwich
12:33: pick up kitchen trash that Mia has strewn across the living room. Awesome.
1:00: return to Fuller to finish meeting re: dissertation
1:20: work on reports at City of Hope
3:15: supervision at C.O.H., reschedule research meeting because supervision went an extra hour
5:15: head home, narrowly avoid rear ending someone, realize I'm really an adult when my first reaction was, "Great. That probably just took a year off my tires' lives."
5:45: clean up house, do dishes, put meatloaf in the oven
6:30: walk Mia, bake cookies
7:00: host prayer group dinner
10:30: blog
11:00: go to bed (fingers crossed!)

How soon until Christmas?