Strutting and fretting, that's how it seems. Each day rushes past, tasks done at a frantic pace, then I collapse into bed, grateful for the chance to do nothing and sleep. Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care. Blessed darkness and solitude.

The alarm goes off, and another day starts: set up medications, ablutions, get dressed, grab purse and bag, jump into car and off into the sunrise for another fun day of trying to cut costs while maintaining service.

Not complaining, so much as desirous of a chance to stop and center myself, but when? Must find the time!