Because I’m pooped, my friends. Yesterday was a terrific day, spent at the DePaul Chronic Illness Initiative annual symposium; the night before, I had a lovely dinner with fellow writers Paula Kamen and Laurie Edwards (plus I moved offices). And today, among other things, I spent three hours in studio at Flashpoint Academy recording two episodes of the upcoming ChronicBabe podcast. It’s been a whirlwind!

I have a few things I’ve wanted to post about here, but I didn’t have time to dash away from any of my goings-on to hop on the computer.

And doesn’t that just say it all? My tolerance for multi-tasking has shrunk to miniscule size during the past month, due in large part (I believe) to this experiment. Sure, I still love to send Tweets and emails and write blog posts and call folks, but when I’m doing something, I focus. FOCUS. On that thing I’m doing.

It’s kind of wonderful. I feel like I’m accomplishing more. (OK, less email, though, which is an issue that must be addressed.) And I feel like the things I’m doing are done well which is even more important!

So tonight, while I’m tempted to upload photos from dinners and meetings and recording sessions and write a bunch of stuff, I recognize that it’s more important to get some sleep. There will be time tomorrow for posting, and anything I want to say can keep until then. Now: bed.