Today as I was standing bus duty, my principal came up to me and told me that I looked unhappy. He was checking in, concerned about me. I was startled. I wasn't particularly aware of feeling bad, but I guess maybe I'm not hiding things as well as I thought I was.
I know my patience isn't at its highest point. I've made an effort to avoid things that might stretch it past its snapping point. In short, I'm doing the best I can.
I think it may not be quite enough. I had a dream last night that I just didn't go somewhere I was supposed to. I started out to go there, but suddenly I noticed a huge rip in the leg of my pants, so I turned around and came home. From there, the dream flashed to a junktique where I was shopping for something about Abraham Lincoln.
Maybe it's not stress. Maybe like Scrooge I had something that disagreed with me for dinner....
11 more days.....
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