And here we have a visual representation of my unrealistic expectations for three days away from the office.  It seems that my "Optimism" has crossed the line over into "Delusion".  Using logic which now escapes me, I somehow convinced myself that I could attend three parties and host one, all in the same weekend, while experiencing no negative impact on my knitting schedule.  Ahh...sweet oblivion...what could possibly go wrong? 

Turns out that the difference between a work schedule that is "somewhat compressed" and one that is "totally freaking impossible" is exactly one fortieth birthday celebration. 

If I ever get face time with the dumbass that decided each day would only have twenty-four hours in it, I'm really going to let him have it.  In the meantime, I'm considering a strongly-worded letter. 

Stupid time/space continuum.