I get a note that one of my colleagues has finished much of something I thought I had to do most of. Yay! To-do list shortens. The universe giveth me time, reducith my stress.
Then I get a call: You must travel to Mexico on emergency trip, M-W next week. The universe taketh away, maximizeth my stress.
Sure, I'll just not sleep for the next seven days. Well screw that. Some of it just won't get done.