I don't want to write a post about being tired. Or being sick. Or waffling between confusion and contentment. I don't want to bore you with my heartache or my dirty laundry piles or my questions.
But that is where I am today.
days hours I am good and life slips along like 5 year old on a well greased slip-n-slide, smooth and happy and fast. And other days hours, well other then its just skin on plastic. Fits and starts and lots of getting stuck halfway down the slide.
This is a strange season we are in and I keep wondering, what am I not seeing? What forest am I missing for the trees?
Give me an hour and I will feel differently I am sure.
Give me the chance to buy dish detergent and coffee, to take a hot bath and a nap and I am pretty certain things will brighten considerably. Or at least they will be cleaner and more energetic. And that's a start.