All the time I have is used up. My sisters and I have been going through our parents’ home, cleaning and throwing away, and organizing what didn’t sell in the estate sale. And there’s still so much to do.

I’ve sat down a few times trying to write but when I become too still, my body wants to sleep and the yawns come unceasingly. I have two unfinished posts but I’m just too tired to finish them now. I will wait until I have the time.

Or until I make the time.

Or even better, when my time is not filled up with additional obligations and an extra necessary “to do” list.

There is always the same amount of time in every single day but sometimes that time is more full than other times.

This is one of those times.