I slept for 10 hours last night! I was that tired! I turned off my ringers so that no one could wake me, and didn't wake until 3pm. We were set to leave for church at 3:50! I showered, ate and dressed in a matter of minutes, took the dogs out and somehow made it in a daze. Then there was more Latin to attend to, and now bed. Boy, that all went fast.
Tomorrow: work, Latin, Criminal Justice, and hopefully bed before 5am. I haven't gotten on board my prison work for days; it just piles up, day after day, until one day in the future I scoop it all up together, sift through it, and finish the batch. Every time I think I'm one step ahead I realize I'm actually three steps behind. How does that happen!?
Father gave me absolutely WONDERFUL advice today about how to manage my time and stress better. I think I'll actually be able to cope now. I've said it before but I'll say it again: I'd take an AK-47 bullet for that monk.

In a humorous update to my last post, somewhere in the midst of my 10 hour sleep, I really DID dream about Latin cases, declensions, nouns and abjectives. Maybe this isn't good for my brain after all. Well, at least they weren't wearing togas.