The weather (or the confinement that results from this weather) must be getting to me.
This morning, in Sunday School and church, I had this weird feeling. To everyone who saw me I may have looked like a half-asleep zombie, but inside, my mind was racing. Sitting through Sunday School was just about impossible.
I felt like an 11-year-old kid with ADHD, who had just eaten a dozen Oreos dunked in Mountain Dew.
When I got home, I realized that it has been a very long time since I had done anything resembling exercise, and I have been inside way too much. So I shoveled the sidewalks, which had a bunch of ice on them, and then I felt almost normal again. Except that I have this urge to do push-ups every hour or so…