I refuse to summarize my first post with a title

In the 24 hours prior to Sunday morning, I'd had 1.25 hours of sleep, said a funeral for a dog, led a woman in prayer on our knees outside the emergency room where her roommate was being held after attempting suicide, met with approximately 35 members of a family whose 3 teenage grandchildren were killed in a car accident on their way home from prom, and I finally started crying in the car as I listened to the radio announcer describe how Barbaro broke his leg.

So I started a blog. A place to release to the infinite blogosphere those thoughts that sound great in my head, but I either forget by the time I have someone to tell, or when I do say it out loud, it doesn't sound as great as I thought. Free therapy for an introverted extravert.