I’m looking forward to feeling like I have breathing room again. I know I have to sound like such a wimp to so much of the world, but this working schedule just…isn’t for me. I’ve lived too much life to be able to handle those requirements. Two and a half days would be my ideal. But who really cares what my ideal would be or what does that even matter? I’m starting to get that feeling like what I say does not hold all that much weight anymore because what I say so often or eventually changes.

There’s nothing to write about.

It’s November now. The sky has that November look. Josh said he had at least three reels in his Instagram feed saying that if your wife decides it’s time to put up the Christmas decorations, just to let her do it. He said he felt some camaraderie. I’m tired of my Instagram feed and hardly read that stuff anymore. My sister is back from her honeymoon and flew into Chicago today. Elianna drove out to Nebraska to spend the week there. She watched Lila several times today and did some dishes.