I'm multi-tasking again.
That's always dangerous for me. (Note to self: wipe chicken salad off computer screen before anyone else sees it.)
I remember when I discovered that about myself--the moment it dawned on me that I can't do many things well simultaneously.
It was freeing, really.
learned am learning when to keep and when to jettison activity, at least to the point I can control it.
All this is not to say that I am dropping out of 31 Days, even if it will be 20 Somethingish Days instead.
I say to let myself breathe and be happy that I've blogged more this month than I have in a long time.
Most days I've actually had something to say!
Today I say only that things are busy, in good ways, and things are busy, in not-so-good ways,
and I haven't much choice on what to throw away.
Some days I've followed well through the mess.
Other days, not so much.
Lately I'm clinging to the small but significant blessing that I've been able to call a halt to the chaos in time to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
And all the middle-aged women said, "Amen."
The Lord has sent sleep and song to sustain me.
He sends love songs to me, and I sing them back to Him.