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I’ve had a new job for that long and I’ve worked harder in the last couple of weeks than I have in the last five years combined.

I’m having the best time. I whacked myself behind the ear yesterday with a heavy metal bar and my skull still hurts. I have some blisters and I’m a little hoarse. I keep having strange nightmares (must stop reading CNN dot com) about being around strangers who die in terrible ways, when I can sleep. I think I’m so excited that I just plain can’t sleep.

Busy. Exhausted. Cannot keep up with keys (and my office door locks every time it closes). Manage to leave something essential to my daily existence (but something different every day, for fun) at home every day, instead of bringing it to work. Have given up any semblance of a personal life–really. I just sat down to do this for the first time in how long, at 9:30 p.m. Ballet and riding lessons start back next week, too. Whee!

Ran from my new work this morning to take the girl to first grade, where she will be adored and where, more importantly, she’ll learn a lot.

I am so happy. I’m surrounded by people who care about each other and about what they do. I really did find my bees. All Buttoned Up Melissa, “a new day” is hanging in a public place and people keep stopping to run their hands over it. They love it and it’s my favorite thing to look at from my vantage point.

Oh dear Lord, before I forget, my child’s teacher sort of semi handpicked her and told me, in passing, not that long ago, that she likes poundcake and cheesecake and that I have to be nice to her, so last night, I checked miss Smitten Kitchen and tried out her Vanilla Bean Poundcake (I used three 8 x 4″ disposable aluminum tins so I could hand out three different poundcakes today) and it’s wonderful, easy and elegant. I called it the overachiever poundcake because you have to grind up half a vanilla bean with the sugar before you can do anything else. (Worth it.) Big thumbs up from me and from everyone who has tasted it, except my children, who both found it too not-chocolate-cake for their taste, but they’re clearly ingrates, so ignore them.