Nothing to gripe about but I feel really gripy. I think I've been shorting my needed sleep.
I feel like I have an assload to do and not enough time. I'm totally forgetting that if I write down what I need to do, it's very likely to go much faster and easier.
I feel like I have a chance to get things permanently stabilized. I'm missing home terribly and combating those thoughts with the raw economics of if I were to go back.
There is much to be thankful for but this particular moment bites. Thinking broad is a double edge sword when you can see all possible scenarios, their sacrifices, and ultimate regrets.