and now

Now is the time when my brain has checked out and is, in fact, already on vacation. It doesn't help that my head is pounding, making it hard to think and concentrate on the best of days, but today is just no good for that.

I have Things I Should Do. Lots of them. Things that I shouldn't just let wait until I come back.

And yet. And yet.

All I really want to do is read my book, let the Tylenol kick in, and rummage through my basement to find fabric for the covering of a hat. And maybe clear off the spare bed down there so's my folks have a place to sleep.

I hurt and I'm tired and I'm stressed about vacation (not right) and I'm stressed about trying to be someone I used to be but haven't been and and and.


And just breathe. Need to remember to breathe.