Crunch time, oh there you are!

We've been missing each other, you and I. It's been quite a while since you've forced me into this panic mode in which piles of paper begin covering every surface of my desk, deadlines force me to sit working through lunch and I feel the adrenaline pulsing through my body. Polite email responses turn to basic answers, lacking all "Hi David/Sally," "No problem." or Thanks, Sassy" niceties.

Crunch time, you remind me how well I work under pressure. How quickly I check things off a to do list that have been sitting there for a month or so simply because I have to. But come next Thursday afternoon, crunch time, we can't speak to each other. For I'll be skip-to-my-louing off to Europe and you'll be forced into hiding until June 1 when I return jet lagged to a hopefully clean desk and 1,000 or so emails.

But for now, we're besties. You're the reason I wake up unrested. You're the reason the man friend asks why I've been so quiet lately and mentions that I haven't talked much about work. You're the reason my fingernails are the tiniest of nubbins. You're all consuming.

I can't wait until all that's consuming me is croissants, lattes and a 40lb backpack.