The morning after a completely committed day has me feeling light a slightly wrung out dish rag. I wish I could stay home today ...
I left the house at 8:20 yesterday morning and didn't get home until after 8:30 last night. Every moment of the day had purpose and design.
My time was allotted to being where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. I had places to be and I needed to be accountable.
It has been quite a while since I had such a day.
It is only in the afterglow of "the morning after" what most people consider a regular, ordinary day ... that I can honestly say that I truly believe I must be semi-retired. Otherwise such a day wouldn't take such a toll.
Onward. There is only one way through this Friday. Walking out the door one last time. I hope I just get to stay home this weekend.
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