Coming back from Tahoe last night, I had a “slow re-entry” (thanks nancy for the amazing metaphor) into my super crowded lifestyle. On vacation it was: wake up by 10am to hit the breakfast buffet, and minor worries about getting to the Summit Station 2 km away for more skiing. Now, I have to pack my gym bag for yoga, refuel the decrepit car, figure out how to stock my fridge, laundry, call family, check email, blah blah blah. How did my life get so crowded? As I bitch on chat this morning, friend replies: “but you don’t have two mortgages, two sick kids, a car that requires work, and a deadline”. True, true.