I believe the official word would be swamped. As in: I am swamped.

I imagine work as a virtual minefield right now, with people, projects and code all waiting to blow my legs off.

Actually, it isn't that intense. But deadlines loom and I find myself juggling many of the balls. Last night, I dreamed about code. Work code. The second night in a row that I have dreamed of work. This will pass, as all things do, but it has meant no time for writing.

Over the next 2 weeks, I'll try not to let the gaps be as severe as this last one.

Otherwise, I am doing quite well. I have about 100 things to post, say, finish working on. And no time yet to deal with them. My birthday has completely snuck up on me; I think we are somehow celebrating it this weekend. Looks like next weekend I will be in L.A. — the ticket is bought but the plans are still murky to me.

Anyway, I don't need to take up any more space. I just didn't like that I had been so silent without explaining why. Shakes fist at work busy-ness.