Now that I’m up and about and pretty much recovered, I’ve been mourning a bit over the weeks that were lost while I was sick in bed. Now, I know that this is a ridiculous way of thinking, but I can’t help but feel slightly bitter that the rare, free weeks that I had in between work projects and the after-holiday rush was spent not being productive on the things I earmarked for this time, but spent completely miserable in bed. Sometimes life just doesn’t cooperate with your plans, does it? I had hoped to spend this time designing more recipe cards, re-thinking some packaging ideas, and playing with label designs for our spice mixtures, a product line that we always had in mind since the beginning of the business, but looks like we might have to push that back again. Frustrating, isn’t it? I feel like Mark and I just get through each day, trying to fulfill the tasks we need to do on hand, and there isn’t ever time to actually plan and work on new stuff. I start 2 intensive new work projects in a week, so I’ll likely be stressed out with design angst again. I think we need to clone ourselves. I’d like 2 more of me please: 1 for the kids, 1 for the business, 1 for my freelance design work. Oh, maybe 1 more so I can do things like go to the movies and read a book. Yes, that would be very nice.