Or, rather, I’m drained with too much to do and trying to get it all done is kind of fucking awful.
Getting small things done.
Mom wanted to call and talk. ❤
So we did.
It was good to hear from her.
Bits and pieces. So tired. And overindulged in sweets. Oops. My day just wasn’t great. From waking up at 7:00am thinking my clock said 1:00pm- and not panicking. To my soup, frozen, exploding everywhere. To just no energy.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better…