Whole day a blur. Up late than usual, behind ever after. Pushing hard, but it’s one of those weeks when life seems to be pushing back even harder. Not sure what to think about that, or whether I want to think about it at all.
A year ago today the kitchen was under construction, the yard was a tragedy, and the next door neighbors were under assault from the hazmat squad over the fly-by-night removal of their asbestos roof. Not sure what to think about that either.
Need to get my fishing license and head up into the mountains. Soon.