Stop and relax

I sat down at my desk this morning, as per usual, and was about to go see what MY&E had in store for me today....another epic photo of Ellie? More of Uncle Merv's musings?

Then it dawned on me. I am responsible for the entertainment today.

Whoa is me, well, you. For I do NOT have three things. I have nothing. The downsizing of this office has been a bear. I have been hoisting boxes, coordinating contractors and furniture pickups, wheeling the  damn dolly around full of all manner of crap. I am tired. Weary.

I am truly exhausted when I get home.

Yes, it may look like all flowers and puppies, but I am gripping that beer with two hands, in bed, at 5 pm.

So when this popped up inbox today:

“The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.” ― Sydney J. Harris

I decided I'm going to take Mr. Harris' advice. I'm not going to attempt to come up with something witty and fun. I am going to relax. Well, at least as much as I can while moving myriad boxes from one side of the office to the other.

(Oh, and the title? That is what my toddler says to me a few times a day (although it sounds more like STOPandrelaz). Apparently her teachers say this to the kids at her school when they start to spin out. But, hey, it works for all of us, right?)

TGIF!