I guess I was more stressed out by this last week than I though I was.  I remember waking up this morning, but I had a rough night with my stomach, and wasn’t feeling quite ready to get up.

I went back to sleep.  I dreamed that I was back being a pastor’s kid.  The church was on fire, and we were trying to get things out of the building. (Clearly this dream has no deeper meanings 😅).

I woke to Tom shaking me awake. At first I thought it was just a few hours later. Turns out it was 5:30 pm. I slept the whole day away. I haven’t done that in a super long time. And now it’s almost 11 pm, and my body is torn. Physically I’m still exhausted, but mentally my brain is now wide awake. So, I guess I’ll go do some laundry to pass the time.