I am restless on this 11th day into Lent.  Maybe I should not have drank half a pot of coffee this afternoon.  But that’s what shift workers do…coffee to keep us awake, coffee to perk us up.  Then our hearts pound and we cannot rest nor sleep.  And the circle goes round and round.

I am willing to pay the price.  I am paying it.  But it is not too bad, for here I am tapping out my words in the quiet of the night.  How restful it is!  The noise of the day is gone.  The TV is silent.  Sheba is sleeping in her bed with her comfort toy.

I am thinking too much on things I cannot change, on things not of my own.  I sigh, I fidget and sigh again.  Sometimes there’s no helping it.  There’s nothing one can do.  Things get into my head and take residence.  I am not fighting it.  I am letting things be.  Tomorrow is another day.