It's been a busy, busy week: one symphony, two wine dinners, the year's massive traffic spike (thank you, Valentine's Day), two celebratory drinking adventures with co-workers, and I survived a two-hour meeting with our CEO and the SVP that I fall under. Whew!
I got high praise from multiple levels of the chain of command both for how stellar Val was, and for how I handled myself during Friday's Big Scary Meeting of Doom. I don't go in for ego stroking very often, but I have to say that this week, it felt pretty darn good. It will be "interesting" to see if I can live up to it.
The stress level that I live with at this time of the year has, predictably, taken its toll once again. While I have yet to drop into the rampaging upper respiratory funk that I usually come down with post-Val, I have again elevated eye strain to an Olympic sport--my eyes are gushing like fountains, they're scratchy and want to be rubbed, and my eyelids won't stop twitching without anything short of a solid nap. Oh, and my sinuses are cranking out the goo like it's going out of style. Heaps of fun indeed! Yesterday was really my first chance to relax my eyes in weeks; I spent the day laying on the couch, half-watching women's curling on TV, while the cats took turns sleeping on me. Today I felt up to a run on the ellipitical, and that seems to have brightened the overall picture of my health, so hopefully I'll be semi-normal in time to travel this week, because...
In the mean time, I've been lightly tinkering on our PyCon presentation, slightly desperate to make sure that it comes across as something more than just a walking, talking press release. It's getting there, but I'm still nervous. Our presentation got bumped up to Friday morning, so I guess if we suck, there will be plenty of conference left for people to forget it.
There was going to be something tremendously meaningful here, but as it happens, the meaning of life has failed to materialize amid this bloggish drivel, so I am afraid this is all you're going to get for now.