This morning, thoughts of work came like a flood. We arrived back in Casa at 10 PM, and it took me some time to fall asleep. The exact length of two episodes of The Great British Baking Show, as a matter of fact.
I have so much to think about from the desert, so much joy from the dunes of the Sahara to the lakes of the Atlas. But this morning, we couldn't go to church for stomach troubles. I made a bad decision, and traded my sense of well-being for the anxiety a second cup of coffee offered me. The day isn't over yet, but I am mired in preparations for this week. Ah, to be back in the desert.
