It is ridiculously late, but it is raining and my heart isn't ready to go to bed yet.  I have some sorting in it left to do.  So what have I been doing?  Well, I'm on book two.  I've facebook stalked people I don't even care about.  And I've gone through my emails.  Twice.

I'm on the verge of an anxiety attack and I'm fooling around.  Anxiety attack?  Not really.  But close.  Why?  Maybe I have control issues.  Maybe I'd just like to know how to think about the future.  And maybe there are some smart things that I should be doing right now.  But I can't bring myself to them yet.

My week is already gone.  The hours are eaten up and there is still so much to do.

I really should pack.  Or unpack from the last time I packed.  I have mountains to move in my room.  And there is a huge pile of mail sitting on my table.  Probably filled with lovely things like tax forms and car registration reminders and census papers.

I used to love mail.

Sometimes I get a little sick of myself.  I hate complaining.  And here I go again.

I need a day.

The rain just stopped.  That must be my cue.  Besides, everything is better in the morning.  Especially on Monday mornings.

Thank goodness for spring break.  Thank goodness for God putting up with me.  Thank goodness for second chances.