I've over-committed my time, something I hate to do because I have
strong feelings about keeping my word once I've given it. I have a
thousand things to do and time is ticking away on deadlines. I hate it
when I do this to myself. As addicted as I am to making lists, I think
if I chart everything out I'm going to get depressed.
So: nose, meet grindstone.
On the upside - I booked my hotel for Saints and Sinners and my flight. One item accomplished.