No, not my eyes, they’re so small I barely have anything to write about them. The eye I’m talking about is the one that I’m in right now, the Eye of the Storm/hurricane/twister/big gust of wind. While I want to believe that when the hurricane stops my house will have crushed a witch and I would be on my way to Oz, all that awaits me is a busy busy summer. (Not that I’m not looking forward to it.)
While things are relatively calm now, in terms of actual events, I(as with most people) seem to be spending most of my time preparing for hectic periods, which would seem to make the calm period not so calm anymore. Assuming that the level of business during the hectic period is remaining constant, clearly preparation is an exercise in futility. Okay, not really futility but prevention of feeling helpless.
