The pincer action of my life

While my mother has been placed in a hospice with a morphine drip for the pain, my work is cruising along at its steepest clip of the year, building up towards our bi-annual meeting to take place in Paramaribo, Suriname the first week of May. This pincer action squeezes out all the non-essential activities from my life. I keep tell myself to slow down to make progress, to get mindful. Otherwise, I am pressing too hard.