I’m still here.
There are things I’ve been thinking about and actually would like to say—but I don’t have the energy. I’ve been dragging all week, even more listless than usual. I’m not sure why; it could be that I haven’t recovered from walking to BART three days in a row over the weekend, or the sickness that’s going around (and which I have no other symptoms of).
I get used to one kind of malaise, and it changes. I hate that.
(By the way, BART is three-quarters of a mile from here. Downhill going there; uphill coming home. That’s nothing, in my former life.)
I’m sleeping a lot, though; I guess that’s good.
7 comments:
(((((((Kristin)))))))) Still praying for you.
Oh --and Kirstin --about Saturday... TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF!!!!
--margaret
Oh, absolutely!
Though, there's a tradition up there of accidentally stepping on rattlesnakes, barefoot. I'll look where I'm stepping. :-)
Lots of hugs for you, and prayers. All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.
Glad to hear you are sleeping. As I recall you did not get enough sleep well before all this (but how many seminarians do?).
Hugs!
((((((((((((((( Kirstin )))))))))))))))
Just because.
Oh, the verification word was "irtskunk" - I must protest. I are not the skunk; I R T Bear!
Hey Kirstin --thinking of you; hope you had a good weekend. You are in my prayers dear one.
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