Honestly, I don’t know what causes it.

The overwhelming sense of dread that creeps in on Sunday night before bed. The feeling that makes me afraid to turn off the light and snuggle under the covers alone with my thoughts.

No matter how many lists I write, alarms I set, or reminders in my phone…I never feel prepared.

There is too much to do and not enough time and energy to get it done.

Maybe it’s nerves because I had to schedule appointments with specialists last week. Maybe it’s because the wind is coming in from the Northwest. Maybe it’s the bariatric pressure.

Or it’s just my mind turning on me for no good reason.

No matter what the reason, the Sunday night panic is my least favorite feeling in the world. No cause, no solution. Only raw nerves and fear.

On the bright side, I’ll feel a heck of a lot better tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll even have a minute to give you an update on the budget. It’s not exciting but I’ve got a new list of expenses and a pretty good idea of incoming funds and it’s looking okay for the rest of August and maybe even though September!