Baby, I’m tired.

It’s Sunday morning, and I feel like an over stimulated child. Cranky and edgy. This was the kid’s spring break, and we decided to spend the week at home, going to sites in Atlanta. A “staycation.” I seem to be the only member of the family who yearns to be alone in silence. Yesterday was about play dates, a book signing, and friends for dinner. So many words and ideas passed about. I need a day to process all the information, to let it soak down to my subconscious, and maybe tomorrow some new insight will emerge, an inspiration or new found ambition. But today I’m tired.