I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about all the things I have to do today. Tuesday is my late day at work. I start, and end, late. But I have tons of things to do at home before I can even get ready to leave, arriving there at about noon.
I hate those nights where the weight of the world seems to be borne on my shoulders. The light of day usually brings a sense of relief; not so this day. I feel an overwhelming sense of doom, as if there will never be a time when I feel caught up with my long list of chores. Not to mention my bucket list. I don't think I've been able to cross one thing off my list since I made it several weeks ago.
So this post will be short, I'm afraid. Sigh! I have to get up and moving, doing my housekeeping chores now so that I will be ontime for work later. Tonight will be late, as will Thursday, at least for this week. But next week, Thanksgiving week!, brings a small break with no late nights--at work, that is. But I'm sure I will be up baking pies and planning for the visit of 2 of our kids, one bright spot in a gloomy period of responsibilities trumping life.