That’s what I feel like right now, tunnel vision. But the kind that’s in my mind, not that kind that’s visual…though I may have a bit of that, too. I feel right now like I’m in the middle of one of those late night drives on the highway where you’ve been driving for a really long time, you’re tired and keeping yourself up with music, and suddenly you realize that your mind is kind of like a tunnel. Closed in, you can still see where you’re going and where you came from, but you’re in the middle of it and the walls are kind of close by…you think you hear things. Not literally, again, mind you, but the music is making your thoughts kind of jumpy. It’s a creepy feeling. Tiring.

I just completed an editing day that will never go down in infamy, because who freaking really cares about how much editing work I got done in a day πŸ˜› BUT…it should. 48 minutes 32 seconds was the final total. That’s TWO AND A HALF days worth of work today. And, I’m writing this blog pretty much on time. It doesn’t feel like it because the Ho went to bed three hours ago (she has a really early call time tomorrow), but the fact remains that I did all that in the span of a “normal” day. Working, probably, an extra hour or so. Nothing crazy.

I feel fucking wiped out tho πŸ˜›

Today was a miracle. I’m almost completely back on track. Even after all the sick days where I missed work, and the struggles a few days ago. I should have kept the faith a little better. It was a deluge of lessons from an instructor whose lessons I’m able to rip through with incredible speed. A *deluge*. And, it couldn’t have come at a better time. It was perfect. And, because I was working and saw each of them as they were posted, I was able to get all of them and do all of them. SEVEN lessons. No! EIGHT lessons. There was a point in time a year and a half ago where that was half a month’s worth of work. In a day.

I still haven’t rented the unit that I have available. That’s stressing me out a bit. I seriously thought I’d have an applicant this week, but no dice. Everyone who’s seeing the unit it’s not a fit for. Too small, or too expensive, or the stairs are a non-starter…it’s frustrating. But, we’re doing a couple extra open houses this week. Hopefully, we’ll get someone in the next couple days.

I listened to some of the Niners game while I worked today…that was a mistake. Their season was finally crushed dead today, and it was theΒ Raiders who did it. The RAIDERS! The worst team in football. The team who couldn’t *buy* a win just two weeks ago. I mean…wow. It was just shocking. And hard to listen to, so I turned it off πŸ˜› Oh, well. I’m not so confident that good days are ahead of the red and gold. Harbaugh is certainly flying the coop, I think he’s probably lost the team. I don’t know if that’s his fault or the fault of the front office, but regardless, it certainly looks that way. And, he was an amazing coach, he really was. He turned programs around everywhere he went. I think the Niners are going to struggle again for a long time, unless they manage to hire some other amazing coach…which I doubt. We went through, what, FOUR of them before Harbaugh came around and completely saved the franchise. Like, singlehandedly. He inherited almost exactly the same team that had tanked their season the year before, and he took them to the NFC Championship game.

Anyway…the football season is over for me πŸ˜› I’ll watch a playoff game or two with passing interest, but probably mostly to root against Seattle…those bastards. They’re going to embarrass the Niners again next week for sure.

I feel a little more normal now that I’ve sat down and written some…I was seriously feeling tripped out when I started this entry. I don’t know what they call that, when you zone out for too long. I think the real term has something to do with pilots and flying? Hmmm…can’t think of it.

My tum-tum is grumbling a bit. I think it’s time for a little snack before bed. I’m writing this in the office tonight, since the aforementioned Liz is snoozing in bed, and I had no desire to clack away and wake her up.

Tomorrow, it’s another work day. A normal one, most likely, but if I can pull that off…holy shit, I will have made up like, two full days of missed time in three work days. Not too bad. Just what I needed.

Goodnight to you. I’ll be back tomorrow, probably even more exhausted πŸ˜› Fighting the good fight!