Just Plain Busy

Some days are just like that. Scurry, scurry scurry. Run, run, run. Type, type, type. Drive, drive drive. That's how it's been for about 4 days now and I can't even clear my brain long enough between tasks to think. It starts to feel like a mental white-knuckle grip. If I stop to think too long, a ball that I'm juggling will fall. I'm hoping my mind catches up to my scurrying pace soon so that I can stop making mental lists in bed and then feeling forced to get up and write the lists down before they're forgotten. Some days (and nights) are just like that.