It’s odd. Between the chaos of last week and then being away from televisions and computers all weekend, I feel out of it. The only news I’ve seen or heard in days is that Barry White died. Being an information junkie normally, this is surreal in a way. I’ve read maybe 5 blogs since I got home yesterday. Last night it was a matter of no energy, but I’m finding today it’s a matter of something completely different. I have so many things on my plate to do right now, and they are falling in to place as far as their levels of priority. Jason will be gone until Sunday, and I have housework things I want to do before he returns. I need to go to the gym. I’ve got friends that I want to catch up with. I want to go places, I want to do things. I want to move. I want to mark things off of my to do list.
I can’t sit and focus on things right now. Steady movement is essential. The energy feels good, and I’m thankful for it. If I seem to be scarce, you now know why.