I met up with daughters for a pizza tonight. My week of marathon work is done. I have to exhale.
In.... out... exhale.
I had biked crazily, dangerously perhaps earlier in the day (but not really: the people who push boundaries but know what they’re doing rarely get into trouble).
I was in a hurry. And tired. I’d been up since 3 grading.
Evening comes. I think – I should get a regional seasonal perspective in now.
Or maybe I should think none of this, allowing myself, instead, to roll with whatever is before me.
Yes, surely that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up on plain, delicious sleep.