I spent the first half of my day running errands that HAD to be done before the day was out. I didn't get to work until about 1pm, yet I still worked my eight hours. I've since pretty much finished packing, and tomorrow, I drive a thousand miles. The plan is to come back from that thousand mile journey in time to get at least half a day of work in on Monday. While it's possible that won't happen, I MUST be back in time to take Darby somewhere softball related (her last game was cancelled due to the rain and rescheduled for Monday night, though Monday she is supposed to have her softball end-of-season party, so I don't know if we're doing one or the other or both yet).
I sense a great exhaustion in the force.
See you two thousand miles from now. Although strangely, I'll not have really gotten anywhere, if you know what I mean.
(My friend Futility is laughing at me.)
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