How is it that I can get up every day by 4 AM, work non-stop all weekend until I’m physically exhausted, make good progress, and still feel I am losing the race against winter and I’m falling behind?
I try to remain grateful for all my blessings but the non-stop stress is very tiring.
(I had a strange dream last night. To save someone I loved, I had to recite the 23rd Psalm without a single mistake. With huge anxiety, tossing and turning, I labored and groped in fitful sleep to get every word right. When I woke up this morning, all I could think was how much I’d like to tell my father, dead almost 25 years. Dad would have appreciated having a nightmare where rescue depended on the 23rd Psalm.)