I'm tired today. Not the take a nap, sleepy kind of tired, more like the sleep for days, emotional kind of tired.  There are just so many people to worry about and pray for, so many people who need, want, deserve.  Most days I do fine. I can take off the backpack of concern and out it down and while it may not be out of sight, I'm not carrying it around with me. Today, I just can't seem to take it off, I can't seem to let go of the worry.

The clouds are sitting low today, as they did yesterday. It isn't really a fog or an inversion, but something in between. Occasionally, you can see patches of blue sky through breaks in the grey clouds, but mostly it is just this low grey sky masking what would otherwise be a beautiful day. That is kind of how my head has been feeling.  The kids tell me about a book they are reading or an art project they are working on and I hear them, just through this haze sitting in my head. Which may explain why I think I told Ella "good morning" instead of "have a good day" as she got out of the car and I may have called the principal "honey" when he opened the car door. I can't be sure; can I be held accountable for things I say if I'm not sure I said them?   Judging by the look on his face, I probably did.

My eyes are burning again, they have been doing that the last couple of days. I don't know if it's the need for a good cry or the high ragweed count.  We'll blame the ragweed.