My roommate spent several hospital visits finding out she has developed COPD and has now had to move in with her daughter. My younger son is moving to Alaska. My dayjob is still taking up more time than actually is included in any given day. And I'm moving. I've got Easter dinner to plan, the Easter bunny to frame for it. I'm swamped. ;)
Seriously, a whole lot of work and effort over the last several months is all coming into focus here in the next couple weeks. It's terrifying and wonderful, all at once.
Tonight we're doing St. Patrick's Day dinner (everyone was WAY too busy with their own work and life yesterday). This is the last time for a while here that I'm going to have all the kids in one place. And we've kicked it off properly. Corned beef and all the fixin's are cooking. I need to go finish prepping the cabbage and peeling the potatoes for the colcannon. There's the first parts of a tipsy trifle in the oven (that's a chocolate fudge Guinness cake cut into cubes, then layered with rum-touched clotted cream and whiskey whipped cream.
Fun will be had by all. Which is good, because it's prep for all hands helping me move all weekend.