After a little self-analysis, I decided it was probably because I've survived youth supper night, MOPS is done until the end of January, all my pottery has been glazed and should be ready to bring home next week, and my quilt block is done for class on Saturday.
I felt fairly jubilant driving home, even if I missed Starbucks by ten minutes.
There's baking to do now, and Open House next week, and a couple of Christmas parcels to be made up and posted, but I won't think about that now.
Tonight I'll just be glad that the first crazy week is nearing an end
And I've lived to tell about it.