I’m going to reveal something about myself with this blahg:

There is a Star Trek episode where the Enterprise crew finds themselves stuck in a sort of time warp where time is traveling at different speeds.  In one area of the ship, time is so slow that everything appears frozen.  In another, it is traveling so fast that the fruit in a bowl and Jean Luc’s hand ages in an instant.  

That’s what I feel like right this moment.

This move has me feeling so overwhelmed at how little time I have to get my shit together while, at the same time, feels as slow as molasses as I count the never-ending minutes until I can join my husband again.  I am, at all times, feeling anxious and impatient.  Always apprehensive and excited.  I’m exhausted but can’t sleep.  I am marking off the days on a calendar that adds weeks overnight.

There you have it…  

I’m a Trekkie.