I think I need a vacation to rest up from my vacation. Oh wait. I’m retired. Life is already a vacation.
I’m not sure why I’m feeling so tired this week, but there it is. I’m sixty now, so maybe that’s it (yeah, I’m milking this transition to senior citizen). I have little motivation, but commitments keep me moving nonetheless. When I’m not out and about, I’m curled up under a blanket because I’m cold. One begins to wonder if going away was worth the long transition back into ordinary life.
Yes. Yes, it was.