Numb thumb. I probably had my hand on the V8 can for too long.

Back to the words. Ten minutes at a time. I still don’t always enjoy it. But always feel better after it’s done.

How many trips up the stairs will I have to make in order to wake the children up for school?

I stuff raincoats into everyone’s hands, just in case.

Ooops. 11:57. Late picking him up. Gotta remember the reminders.

1:17. Forgot the second pick-up. OMG. Re-set the alarms.

What in the world is happening?

The sound of rain. The sound of metal clashing. The sound of the woodchipper.

Two pots of tea and lemon and honey and still worse.

Cancel all the things. Do the bare minimum. This is just the body feeling worn down from heightened stress. This is just the need for rest.