Exhausted and Wound Up.

I'm completely exhausted. My body is shouting at me to stop moving.

My brain isn't having anything to do with that idea.

There are a thousand things running through my head, packing that has to be done, the thousand and one errands that must be accomplished. The process of settling into the new place. The slight shortage of able bodies to carry furniture on the weekend.

I'm making myself stop for a few minutes. Just sit, check emails, watch a bit of M*A*S*H*, play a game on my laptop for a minute.

Then I'll head back to bedroom, pack a bit more and eventually go to bed.

I'm praying for a quiet mind and heart as I fall asleep tonight... and for the ability to sleep in the midst of everything going on.