my host family is wonderful, as we were walking along...
great scot, i almost forgot to write about the forest...
and the daisies...
and the landscape...
and performing in churches that are hundreds of years old...
...
'tired' is indeed an understatement.
i shall go to bed and write tomorrow perhaps...
at anyrate, i feel a lot better about my lack of thought upon realizing how little time i have had on my own...
walking through the forest around the lake was wonderful...
*sigh*
it will not come out right.
i have no attention span.
when i am this tired and haven't been by myself for so long... the thoughts will not flow and just don't sound right... at all...
i feel compelled to say something, to be something, yet weariness and lack of life i fear drive it all from me.
i suppose i was warned at the beginning of the trip that this will wear you out.
suppose i'm so used to being tired that i didn't quite comprehend that.
eyes are heavy...
...
i wake up in 4.5 hours.
...
great scot, why, how, what?
Lord, please help camp to force me back into a more restful sleeping habit.
good night, this is ridiculous.
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