After nearly four weeks of extreme short-staffing at work, after nearly four weeks of not getting home from work until nearly seven at night, after nearly four long weeks of what seemed to be some viral form of exhaustion and apathy that hit everyone in the house, after skipping church because I simply didn't feel like going: I think I might be on the edge of survival (as opposed to on the edge of annihilation). I can't remember any one period of time when I felt so crappy for so long.
It's such a light feeling to wake up and WANT to get out of bed. It's wonderful to see Babygirl and Hubby both looking less like the vanguard of the Zombie Apocalypse and more like baby bears awakening after hibernation. It's wonderful to sit down and actually feel like having a conversation instead of randomly watching strangers remodel houses on HGTV. It's good to drive to work and actually not hate the idea of being there.
There's a light at the end of this tunnel - and it no longer feels like it might be an approaching train.
Thanks be to God.