Did a huge project in one day . . . . about did me in too. I can feel parts of my brain wincing and whining from overuse. I hate to inform my cerebral cortex that I am not done for the day. It won't be pretty.
Job interview tomorrow. Seven pending jobs at the moment. NOT complaining, really. NOT.
Just . . . . weary.
My family is tiptoeing around me . . you know, the "Mom is stressed out, so don't talk to her" aura. That's not what I mean to project . . . . I just am struggling to keep on top of stuff and sometimes, I run out of steam.
Or chocolate.
Or coffee.
A hot mocha would cover all of this, wouldn't it?
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