Monday came this week, with no relief from the weekend. I had my own class that evening, and tonight was "Bingo for books" at my son's school more running. I am even running for School Counil. Running, which for me is chaotic enough before I consider the many big and tiny conversations that I don't usually have, lots of car rides and jostles and smiles and crowded places. There were heaps of not home cooked meals, night after night of not relaxing in the evening before falling into bed, and no no no yoga!
And now I sit to write a slice, my mind is running, but not across anything in particular. . .
My head is full, full of noise, full of voices, full of laughter, cries, whines, and squeaks... full of the aftermath of running through life this week. I know what I need is a bit of slow, a bunch of quiet, and billions of nothingness. . . So I am still really pretty full of all the noises and bumps and smiles and peopley stuff, and I really feel like I need to release all that, but probably not tonight because right now I must run upstairs and fall into bed, into quiet, into sleep.