At the end of a sixty hour work week, I feel like I've retired to the eye of a storm. I made apologies to everyone last night, as I was and am a little off. I seemed rude or impersonal and didn't really know how to have a conversation or think past what I still have left to do.

With slight delirium, things are sadder and funnier, and it's inevitable to have bad dreams. So I laugh harder, and cry more, and wake up in a cold panic.

I'm learning, and God is still my focus, even when I can't focus on anything else, or engage with what Brother A or Sister B said to me. Grace as I continue, grace in what I've done, Jesus make me holy, grace til Kingdom come.