Tired.

I’m tired, y’all. There’s a lot going on in the world. And in my state. And in my town. And in my life. Some of it is wonderful. Some of it is beyond terrible. Most of it is somewhere in between. But I’m tired.

I know that my life, compared to so many others’ lives, is a cakewalk. And I know that I have so much to be grateful for. And I really am grateful. But I’m also tired. And I’m going to give myself a break this week, and not worry about finishing/editing the rather lengthy message I started drafting to send to the governor that I was also going to share here as my blog post this week. Instead, I’m going post this. Then I’m going to plant some tomato seeds that I’ve been wanting to plant for a couple of weeks, and then I’m going to bed. Because, like my dog in the ridiculous picture above nestled in the couch pillows, I’m tired.