I had to clear out months of clutter in a matter of weeks.
I had to squeeze in cleaning sessions between naps.
I had to let some things go that seemed absolutely essential.
I had to receive guests into an imperfect house.
I had to admit that the next week was lost due to physical and mental recovery.
I had to hope that it was just the exhaustion of overextension and not the harbinger of a downward slide
the dull padding of apathy.
I have to rally the hopeful spirit of the season and strive to be reborn each day.