I don’t have an agenda for tonight’s campfire, which may be lucky for you.
I didn’t even know I had an agenda last night until I started writing. But today, I’m just a little quiet, probably out of stress. Mom’s condition at home hovers at that fine line between life and death, and Lee now has friends staying round the clock. I’ve got this oral surgery to get through on Tuesday, and I woke today with some bronchitis. I swear, I get stressed and my body starts to backfire. Plus I have this workshop I’m coordinating at work about to start next week and I don’t even know where I’ll be day to day. Considering the circumstances, I’m finding it hard to be motivated at work. I just want to get through this. Escape, in every sense of the word, is just about all I can dream about. I wish I could convince myself that everything will be okay. I suppose I know it will, but it doesn’t keep me from worrying.