Hovering. Haven’t run a fever in a few days, but still coughing.
Preparing. In just a couple weeks, we race to catch the moving train that is fostering to adopt. (’cause there’s this kid, and as long as there is a kid…)
Listmaking. So much to catch up on after being sick. Much to prepare for Story Club and for next month’s home study.
Reveling. In the chaos. In the ALIVENESS, the ABUNDANCE, of it all.
Not overwhelmed. Yet.
Sufficient for today is it’s own trouble. Today the laundry. Today I plan and make checklists in an old journal. Today the grocery shopping. Today I dream big dreams and sing this song: