Thursday already. I feel like this week has been a cluster of activity that fits in so many different areas of my life that I feel like it is a box of puzzle pieces that have been dumped on the table to sort, turn, and try to find their place.
As I mentioned a couple of days ago, my good friend Connie is in the hospital for what looks to be the last time. I have been spending time with her usually twice a day morning and evening. Between that I am working on my house projects, company, commitments, and
two three events coming up fast – the Color Run, the Camp Bike Ride and Wine and Words shortly after. I definitely feel whelmed all the while with my own grief just bubbling below the surface.
I have been too tired to read lately although I do try. The same book has followed me from the bed stand to the living room several times throughout each day but I never get to opening it. I have been listening to audio while working in the yard, mowing the lawn, and writing addresses on cards I need to mail.
I am anxious for life to slow down again.