moonlighting

By Day...
WorkDays at the Cardboard Factory are spent calmly ticking of the ToDo chart, writing planning and executing in my usual ultra-professional manner. In the three weeks 'til departure I've got an interstate trip, two intrastate trips, several articles, reports and presentations and it's all pretty much under control.

But by night...
I’m a crazy pink person in my undies. Because the heater is cranking on VERY HOT, so as to begin the process of acclimatisation.
It’s all about managing multiple concurrent task lists, of doing, packing and buying.
It's the hours spent cross referencing my wardrobe, to ensure that every skirt, top and pantaloon matches every other, and is sufficiently durable, lightweight and squishable. Only items originating from that miraculous planet of self-cleaning clothes (you know, the type you throw on the floor smelly and two days later they smell fresh) will make the final cut.
It's reinforcing all the buttons on shirts that have made the final cut, because these may have been loose buttons. Or perhaps the buttons were just feeling a little overexcited and at risk of dislodging in all the clamour.
It's that even Buffy isn’t helping. Season 6 is looped in the background, but neither Q nor I are watching.