Still awake.

3:30am. Eyes finally starting to shut. I wake up twice in a panic from nightmares about work.

Still so much to do. And I just need days with nothing.

But I can also see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The air has a different smell here. It’s as if there is a little bit of salt from the bay being carried by the breeze.

Pistachios.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

Extra kids in the house.

Still so tired.

I can make it what I need it to be.