can't sleep

I'm awake, at midnight, at the Riverbend Hot Springs Hostel once more. I've had a great deal of anxiety and insomnia lately, not to mention I'm just plain excited to go home. Things have looked up this past 24 hours, because I've been trying to look up I suppose.

It occurred to me how incredibly drained I feel, sapped of any energy, because I have not been able to replenish it myself, and I'm never around people who help me recharge. So when we work, even just for a few hours, I am exhausted, out of breath, sore and achy, and sometimes even spacey and disconnected. I have less than 72 hours before I find myself on that bus back to Phoenix. This is encouraging.

Also, it has been quite literally life-support to be able to stay in touch with those people back home whom I love so dearly. I most certainly would've gone totally bonkers long before the end of this if not for some understanding words and compassionate listening from my dear friends and family. Thank you VERY much, you definitely know who you are.

And the photograph thing is slow-moving. We spend very little time in one place, I often say it feels as though we're on the run from something, usually I blame Richard's unpaid American parking tickets as the cause of it all. Maybe someday I'll pull it all together, probably in some public library in Phoenix or something.

Actually, I believe it's less than 67 hours. How's THAT for a countdown?