It is getting easier, lambing season. I have no regrets even though my eyes have insane bags and my body is as bloated as deer on the side of the road. I think my tiredness has been read by my brain as dehydration and it is holding on to every ounce of water it can? So I feel like a lava lamp going up the side of mount doom on these late-night checks but my chin(s) are up. This is why I run. This is why I nap. This is why coffee exists.
I am back inside the farmhouse now, ready for another nap of sorts. I feel in the slam that is lambing season other things are slipping - like being on top of all the freelance work. Most clients are very understanding though, and I even have a logo meeting in town tomorrow. It's appreciated as hell since i am still trying to earn that second mortgage payment as soon as possible. I wish my bank accepted water weight. I'm swimming in assets.
This is an odd post. This is what sleeping like a cat does to a proper brain.