Does anyone else process ALL the thoughts and issues of the day into the wee hours?
The coffee at 9 pm wasn't a good idea, but I'm usually up this late anyway.
The hockey game was late. 9:30-10:45 pm. My son's team lost in a squeaker, 4-3. If only they could stay out of the penalty box. Hard to score when you're NOT On the ICE. Had they won, they'd be in the championship final for their division.
I shouldn't work from home. It doesn't feel right to bring the tension of my workload into the sanctuary of my quiet place. Yet I can't work away from home for the number of hours I need to put in. This is coming to a head and I have to address it. Soon.
May my eyes be open to see.
Ears to hear.
Heart to obey.
Feet to follow.
This is the way...