It is very strange to be completely exhausted and at the same time full of an odd, formless sort of energy.
I find myself driven to work on too many projects, I start something, walk away and come back an hour later realizing I had completely forgotten what I started. I can’t get myself to bed at night or to sleep once I get there … but at the same time, I am worn out and weary. I have multiple books on the go and can’t concentrate on any of them. I hesitate to even count the number of knitting projects I have on the needles.
It’s the effects of adreanalin poisoning, I suppose. It will pass, it’s all part of the journey.
I think I’ll knit. It’s productive, uses up some of the energy, but allows my body to rest.