I’ve been experiencing the physical ramifications of stress. I don’t know why. My life is good. I just started a new project that feels really important. I spend my days doing the thing that I love most. Maybe I have been allowing all of the negativity in the world to affect me. I didn’t realize what was happening until my body started shutting down. I was oblivious to the signals being sent at the beginning of the week. By Friday I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t sleeping. Looking at food gave me debilitating heartburn. My mind was scattered. So, I took the day off. I didn’t do any work. It’s somewhat surprising that I took enough time to type this dispatch. The twins and I sat down and watched some cartoons and we ate a whole bag of cheese curls. I feel better already.