Out of Whack

I hate days like this. There is so much to do - Christmas cards to write, boxes to pack for TB, letters to my Soldiers to write, clothes to wash, thank you notes to write. And yet I can't concentrate on anything. I wish I knew why. I spend a few minutes doing one thing and then another but not really accomplishing much.

Church was wonderful this morning. Our choir did their special cantata. As always, it was beautiful and inspiring. I was sitting there feeling filled-up by the glorious music when a scene flitted through my mind of a phone call and nothing else except NOOOOOOO!!!!! I don't understand where this comes from. I suppose it's normal, but it really makes no sense right now. It's not as if TB hasn't been around. I got online last night just before midnight. I guess his time must have been up because he was on YM and immediately wrote "sorry gotta run love u" and then was gone. He was on Facebook later, too, when I was asleep. I could understand these thoughts and feelings if I hadn't heard from him for days. I don't know....shaking my head. Time to go do something....start a load of laundry, finish the boxes for TB, get those Christmas cards addressed, then start on the letters to the Troops. Concentrate. Focus.