I want to sleep.
But when I close my eyes, I worry about my grand babies who are running fevers in Cleveland, a hotspot in this war against an unseen enemy that rages across the world.
I worry about my daughter who just took a 30-day leave and her partner who didn’t. So far away.
I worry about my students and the kids at school who depend on the campus to be a safe place.
I worry about my parents. My mom’s lungs have been awful her entire life. My dad has to take medicine that destroys his immune system but helps his arthritis. They’ve been so careful, but….
I worry about the damn yearbook that I love.
I can’t sleep. I want to. I’m so tired. But I can’t.
Last night we got home from the show so fast.
I couldn’t believe we made it out of the parking garage and to the apartment in less than 20 minutes. That’s crazy good time. We’ve been stuck in that garage forever after a Bass Hall show.
DH aka super driver.
Anyway we got home and I grabbed a cup of coffee to warm up. An entire cup. No thought.
At 9 p.m.
Once upon a time that was no big deal. These days? Oh man.
No sleep. Which would be okay except we’re at school until 8 tonight.
The words aren’t working today. That’s for sure!
Not the coffee I drank. This is the newsroom coffee.
What I’m Loving: this year’s yearbook, my new socks, chicken
What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After