Often I have evenings where my mind is simply muddy, overheated, I guess, from the mad dash through the day. Days like today, when I'm peppered with work. Last minute stuff; urgent, weird executive requests of high priority because of the position of said requester. Strangest to me is how un-tired my body is in relation to my whipped mind. And now my weary 5-year-old (who would deny tiredness) is calling for my attention. Two cranky people, weary of mind and patience. Should be joyous... Blogged with the Flock Browser
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