1. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m having some kind of weird chest fluttery, uncomfortable thing. Not chest pain. Don’t get all worried, you worriers. But it’s weird. So sleep is what I want sooner rather than later.
2. Tonight at work there was a woman in the branch who was homeless, in as a guest to use the showers. She was there about 5 hours. She didn’t seem well. It’s so hard to know what to do in those cases… when someone needs help and when I don’t know what the right thing to do is. I’m thankful I’m not numb to those kinds of needs, but it’s hard to feel helpless.
3. This daily picture thing on Braska’s blog is tough. And it’s become discouraging to me that more posts seem to equal less comments. I get that it’s easy to look at a picture and not have much to say, I guess. (How many times can you say, “Too cute!” right??) But I miss the comments, and since I archive them to print for Braska to have later on down the road, it’s sad to see so many receiving no comments. Whiny? Maybe. I know people are seeing the posts, but I miss the input and feedback.
Off to bed. Hoping tomorrow brings the return of a normal feeling. This almost feels like a panic attack that just doesn’t have enough battery to turn over and vrooom. Weird.