I feel like I’ve tucked my normal self away in the linen closet, and that self will remain there until the dust has settled.  When the chaos at work stops and weekends or no longer an extension of the work week, I will finally be able to breathe.  And I’m hoping that when my other self comes out from her comfortable place beside the towels, she will be well rested, with a smart new haircut and a cute pair of shoes.