It’s 5 a.m. and I’m wide awake.
I can’t say it’s entirely the jetlag. Or the fact that Jimbo is already awake and the puppies are clicking around on the wood floors.
It’s probably more this long, long to-do list that’s sitting here next to me, making me partially crazy. If only I could do all this stuff in a day and then simply… rest.
Anyway, I’ve pitched in my parents’ study (which used to be my room…) and don’t intend to leave until my quite-overdue prayer letter is finished.
And you can tell I’m starting out on that particular project well, as I’m writing this blog and haven’t yet opened that pesky letter.
There’s just SO much to do. I ran myself ragged yesterday, hitting the doctor’s, running a few errands with my mom, looking at cars with dad and finally ending up whimpering and overwhelmed in the towering palace that is the new (to me) Wal-Mart Supercenter. I actually called my mother on the phone and begged her to just tell me where the socks were, so I could get some (I have not one single pair of socks left…) and flee from the aisles upon aisles of (wonderful, splendid, but entirely too much) stuff.
And so my day ended by staggering into my room and falling in a heap on the bed, surrounded by mounds of things still unpacked and untended to.
I hope today goes a little better…
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