Mar 5
gots to be up early to read to the whippersnappers
So much to do… so much to do.
Today was just craziness at work in that sort of snowball way. One thing + another thing + another thing… and more and more and faster and I finally got ahead of it just a little… and I foresee more of the same tomorrow. And tomorrow I’m reading to the kids in the morning and will get to work a little later than usual as a result, and then leaving early for wrist therapy so my day is truncated. Grrrr. I will feel stress. I already feel stress. My neck is so tight and crunchy.
The wind tonight is fierce. I got home and walked up the front steps and it sounded like something was chasing me to the front door since the wind was just whipping up at that moment. All the windchimes in the neighborhood starting tinkling at the same moment and it was actually a bit creepy since there was whistling wind and occasional tinkling in notes that weren’t quite “right.” Very M. Night Shyamalan… kinda.
All right. Finishing up. Needing to sleep. Setting the alarm for a number that no self-respecting night-owl and insomniac ever sees (both too late and too early for us night peeps). If I were a morning person, I’m sure I would consider it sleeping late… but I’m not. So there.
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