Daily countdown
Five days
Four days
Three days (Hump day!)
Two days!
Six hours!
Four hours!
Two hours!
Home at last
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Sleep ten hours
Twelve hours.
Fourteen hours.
Early to bed.
Sunday- recovery!
Look around
enjoy the sun
deal with chores
Early to bed
Ten hours
’til it starts again.
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NaPoWriMo day 24. Has anyone found themselve just completely exhausted over the last year? Between brain injury recovery, three family deaths, and the stress of increase in Covid cases and dangerous variants (and positive cases in kids within the local school system…) I don’t think I’ve ever had as hard a year. How about you?
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I’ve come home from work, and again it’s not even 6 p.m. and I’m ready to crawl into bed with an eye mask, a heating pad, and an audio book. I can’t believe how exhausted I am all the time now! How’s a girl supposed to get poetry written, let alone books and stories! Arg. I hope you’re feeling less exhausted.
