It’s strange – well, most things are the past couple of weeks – I know what I have to do, I make a list and I start out with good intentions. I get a couple of things done, today I put laundry away and checked emails and picked up around the house a bit, and then I hit this wall.

And I have to take a nap.

I know this is normal. I know it’s part of grieving.
It’s not normal for me. I rarely ever stop – my hands are moving, my mind is moving, I’m knitting, sewing, reading, something is happening. And now it’s not.

I’m so very grateful for my friends, they’re wrapping me up in love and comfort. So I know I’ll be okay. After I take a nap.