Time seems to have ways of speeding up in little bursts – like anticipating a speed bump but instead of slowing down to make things smooth, taking off at wilder and wilder speeds till at full speed I go flying. I think I’ve been hitting one lately. It is partly just the kids coming home, encroaching on my private space. I love them coming but my routines change and I get thrown off. There is something in me that needs solitude and time to reflect. Quiet times feed my spirit.
Anyway, tomorrow won’t bring a lot of rest. I will be leaving here about 4 am to get to the airport in time for Grace to catch a flight at 6 something. Hopefully, I will catch a few winks of sleep before visiting with my grandson and doing some bike shopping. Then back home to finish up all the million jobs a mother has waiting. Yeah, I guess I will never finish them up – they reoccur without failure – laundry, shopping, housecleaning.
One of these days I will find some quiet and put my head back together.