I know that I'm looking forward to normal for the first time in a while. Granted, this will be a new and improved normal for me... But I welcome it nevertheless. I'm tired of feeling like I do now. Here I am... sitting at the computer... with more than enough stories worthy of journal entries... But am I writing? Nope. That's because I can't seem to focus on anything very long other than the new job. It's not Monday yet. The blinders are still on. Of course, maybe that's a good thing. As many Little League coaches tell their players, "you want to keep your eye on the ball until it crosses the plate." I think that advice applies here, too.
Well, I'd babble more... But I'm going to bed for a morning nap. I had to drive a couple of hours last night to pick up Jessie from the airport and we got in late. I managed to sleep for about six hours, but woke up earlier than I needed. It doesn't help that I was up all night Tuesday (literally... I didn't go to be until almost 7 a.m. yesterday) because of a fire.