I'm dreaming of a white... room with padded walls.

I'm so tired. I was barely home at all yesterday, and I spent an hour and a half stuck in the car with just the kids due to traffic. (My kids enjoy being repetitive. They enjoy being repetitive. They repeat things. See how annoying it is?) Then, I didn't sleep well last night because I skipped my arthritis meds. When I gave up early this morning and took them, it conked me out for hours--making the kids late to school.

I have so much to do but I really desperately need silence--like complete and total silence. I'm dying from too much sensory input and stress over the car.

Maybe doing the Christmas cards this morning (after Yoga) will be quiet enough. It's really not quite the writing experience I was hoping for.

BTW, I've so thoroughly embraced technology that my hand will cramp about one Christmas card in, and I'll think "WHY? WHY? Why do people still like handwritten notes? It's a cold cruel world filled with handwritten notes and glitter... I hate glitter. It gets everywhere." Glitter is just slightly below spit and snot on my empirical list of hated things. Do you know what else is on there? Wasps. No, that was totally random, but I like to think you're learning about me one random thing at a time.

Okay, it's go time--for yoga. Maybe I'll squeak out some writing time when I get back. Will I work on Honor Seven--or this new idea that is plaguing me? Hmm. It remains to be seen.