It’s four-something in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’m also very tired. I hate it when that happens. I think it’s an unfortunate consequence of three things: 1. My mind is too busy. Ever since I got back from Women’s Conference my mind is full of things I want to do and work on and think about. Basically, I want to save the world. I’m wondering if I’ll have time for that. 2. It’s raining outside. Normally I love the sound of rain, but when it’s 4:00 a.m., I can’t seem to get past it. 3. Apparently, my husband is having dreams that he is an acrobat in the circus. There have been flips.
I am happy to report that despite all my traveling paranoia, I did not get swine flu on my trip. It was a close call, though, since I was sure I had it many times.
Also, when after one day of walking back and forth across a large campus several times, you feel like your legs will fall off, it might be time to crank up your treadmill workout at the gym a little bit.
And is it weird that after spending a few days away from your children, even when surrounded by tens of thousands of women in a large arena, that your children seem louder than you ever remembered?
Aren’t you glad you dropped in on all this blog substance today? I promise to come up with something more meaningful later. I’m going to go crawl back into the Big Top now and try to give sleep another chance.