I suppose . . .

I suppose I'm a passionate person. I really feel things deeply and I often wear my emotions on my sleeve, even if I'm trying to keep them to myself.

And this week has been no exception. The highs are great, the lows are awful, and today is not shaping up to be one of the better days. In the last three days I haven't gotten any sleep without Leo within six inches of me. Meaning I haven't gotten any sleep that didn't leave me feeling tired and sore upon awaking. And Guy was up at 6:15 this morning. And I didn't get to go walking because it's raining.

And I miss Josh. I want him to be healthy, or home, or healthy and home. I want to know how this is going to play out, but God's not really giving me too much to go on right now. I know everything will work out well for us. I just don't know how yet. And I'm not very imaginative, so it feels like it's going to be hard.

I'm just tired. I need to get out.