Turbulence

How quickly the days pass. What a treat with upcoming festivities, parties, plans. Around each bend another treat. The research study continues, I spit in cups, I put numbers to feelings. All day, energy 8, 9, stress level 1, 2, sleepiness, 3. I leave my last sample when I am so tired I can no longer see straight. Sleepiness, 9, energy, 2, stress level 8. Numbers to the undefined, the knot in my gut, the unease. There is too much to be done. and every moment is precious.

Your words, they stir me, they remind me there is something I'm supposed to be doing.

I write a million lists. They're not it.