Overload has hit. The breakers are ready to trip, the fuses to blow. Work, family, spirit, all have been full to spillage. And I'm having to clean up the mess!Later I will write more, but there is so much going on, I am an emotional wreck. Oh, I'll make it, I'm not going to dissolve into a puddle, never to return. But, being hauled off to a place with a quiet padded cell, where they bring me my meals, sounds like a refreshing break.
Of course, I'm not sure how quiet those places really are, and the foods probably not that good. So, I guess I'll hang on and hang in a little longer.