Processing.

December is just as busy as summer. So much activity compressed into one month.

And then we have a week like the one that has been shared by my supervisor and I.

I blame Friday the 13th.

The last time we had one of those, there were rivers that couldn't get out of their banks fast enough and there were so many questions on my mind.

I'm still dealing with it.

I drove the backway home a few weeks ago. Or, more appropriately, I tried to drive the backway home, but couldn't because of flood damaged roads and bridges that still exist in the area. (Having that exit blocked off really limits how I can get out of my house in case of emergency or train.)

Our property is still a mess. Fences still have debris tangled up in them. We still have a neighbor's animal shelter in our back pasture.

And me, with no time to devote to cleaning it up.

This is seriously a struggle for me.