When you are in full scale panic mode.
Which I am.
Right this second.
Between Nguyen harrassing me about about getting the tax stuff together and the fifty THOUSAND things I still need to do before we leave for Vietnam at 4am on Thursday, I am in a more or less constant state of melt down mode.
Which isn't to say that I am screaming or anything. Just. Edgy.
And since I get the trots when I get nervous, I have been spending a bit more time than usual in our lovely 1927 with the 1950's redo pink and black tiled bathroom.
Too much information, I know.
Tonight I am going to my drum class, and hoping that concentrating on a lively African rhythm will set me straight.
And prayer. Lots and lots of prayer. Because it's hard to be a light in the world without God's help, too.