The best of times, the worst of times...
I exaggerate, of course.
On the one hand, it was great to hang out with the family last week, but for some reason (altitude is all I can come up with), everthing started to hurt all at once, so I went through some pretty heavy-duty painkillers to keep an even keel. That said, any desire I might have had to work—evern for a couple of hours a day—evaporated like dew suddenly exposed to a blazing desert sun.
By comparison, the drive home was a piece of cake. I pulled my share of time behind the wheel, and we arrived home yesterday.
Today was an "okay" day but I could not gather my wits and concentrate.
Ah, well. At least I'm posting.
Cheers...
On the one hand, it was great to hang out with the family last week, but for some reason (altitude is all I can come up with), everthing started to hurt all at once, so I went through some pretty heavy-duty painkillers to keep an even keel. That said, any desire I might have had to work—evern for a couple of hours a day—evaporated like dew suddenly exposed to a blazing desert sun.
By comparison, the drive home was a piece of cake. I pulled my share of time behind the wheel, and we arrived home yesterday.
Today was an "okay" day but I could not gather my wits and concentrate.
Ah, well. At least I'm posting.
Cheers...