Write now: I've got my pj's on and I'm laying on a new-to-me bed in Nashville... my first time back "down south" in about 11 weeks. (I think it's 11. It may actually be more.)
I'm watching the ceiling fan work it's circular magic and listening to the clackety-clack of my own (loud) typing.
My eyes are heavy; I'm pretty tired... My heart is heavy; she's pretty tired, too.
I'm feeling... I dunno... apprehensive? As though I'm holding my breath...
I'm contemplating my revolving door life: I hugged a friend goodbye tonight and hugged another hello. Bitter and sweet in so many ways.
I'm thinking about the dream-reel of my heart... and how it feels like it ran out of film a long time ago.
My stomach just growled really loudly. (Did you hear that?!) That means it's definitely bedtime. Before it becomes another meal time!
I'd love to hear about you-- write now.