I had a chaotic dream, the kind that put familiar friends in strange places. I’m in this dream, participating in the action and observing from a neutral point at the same time.
I had thought I was sick with a cold or something. I do have a touch of bronchitis but that isn’t unusual for me.
What I realize is that I am just plain exhausted. I have been more active than I was 60 days ago and my eating habits have changed.
Worry, upset, anxiety are tiring. There is so much I need to detach from. I need to bring my loved ones closer. I wonder, in 1945 and 1946, when families celebrated Christmas together for the first time after World War II, if they cared that much, if at all, about presents. I suspect not.
In short I realize I need to just sleep. It comes fairly easily.