A Week In The Life

I'm alive. No worries. I figured it out, and in a sevin day period I traveled over 3000 miles. And I didn't even get a cookie.

I've visited family. I've re-visited places I swore I'd never go again. I drove roads that were so dark the night seemed to swallow everything outside of my headlights. I drank at a bar by myself...well, for a little while anyway (I'm social, what can I say). The curve in the road of my life that I've been straining to see finally started to show itself. All in all it's been a good week.

But I'm tired. Emotionally I feel like I've been put through the ringer. Physically I feel like a big bag of crap because I've spent the majority of the week sitting in anticipation of arriving at the next destination. I need a couple of days to recover.

As with all things in life, it's either feast or famine. Right now there is so much going on I don't have time to rest. I don't have time to recover. I have to process everything that is going on as it is happening, or it simply won't get processed.

So for now, I sleep. Tomorrow begins a new day. And I get to spend my last few hours with George. I'm looking forward to seeing him.