Tired...

I'm heading for bed. Or at least to read in bed.

I'm really tired. Weeks of sleeping only 4 or so hours most nights is catching up to me. Last night I stayed with some friends. I normally sleep well at their home for whatever reason - something I can't say about very many places. Last night wasn't unsettled, I just hardly slept.

I crashed for two hours on the couch this afternoon, and I'm still exhausted.

I did something to the muscles in my left shoulder and neck yesterday. They're painfully stiff. I'm laying with a magic bag draped behind me.

I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow. I feel guilty for dreading it, but I'm so done with the stress, and other's stress, and the negative emotions flying high, and having enough work for three people, when I'm only one person. I'm tired of being blamed for things that aren't my fault, and doing the work for a manager who has a staff, and for whom I don't even really work for.

I could use a week off.

This last while has been full of stressors. People stuff. Work stuff. Personal direction in life stuff. I could use a week where all that was on my agenda was laying on the beach with a really good book. Or laying on my couch with a really good book. Or laying in a bathtub with a really good book. (are you catching the theme here?)

This week, however, remains busy. Full of all the stressors. So, I'm choosing to trust - that Jesus walks with me and shields me. That I will survive (and possibly thrive). I'm choosing to be thankful for the beautiful things, and to try not to carry the ugly ones with me.

And I'm going to bed early.

Good night!

Sunday Afternoon

I drove home from Canmore this morning, stopped at my house long enough to change clothes, and headed for church. I taught Sunday school, stopped at the grocery store, and now I'm home.

Yesterday was great. I'm sure I'll write more about it at some point...

For today, I'm just relieved to be home, and on my couch. I'm tired.

I'm eating crackers, and leftover Chinese take out.

I've lit candles.

I'm watching Alpine skiing on the CBC.

I have four books within easy reach. 3 memoir type books, and a novel.

I'm planning a long, hot bath later this afternoon.

I may watch "Finding Neverland" (possibly in the style my dad spends Sunday afternoons - watching from behind my eyelids...)

I'm wearing sweats and wrapped in a blanket, propped against a couple pillows on the couch.

I'll eat a mandarin later, and maybe some cucumber and carrots.

I'm resting - enjoying Sabbath for a while.