Deluge

Upon arriving home earlier this week, I commented to April that it felt like I had only begun my work day about 15 minutes prior. That’s how busy I have been this week.

On the plus side, I’ve gotten some solid overtime in, enough to pay for the pair of pants I shredded when an errant net (the one by the softball field which marks the pitch-practicing area) was blown into my handlebars as I rode by, causing me to fall/fly/roll off my bike onto the rocky ground.

April and I are going camping today, and intend to return tomorrow, should the Lord tarry. I know I haven’t done hardly any writing this week, because I’ve been busy every day and busy/exhausted every evening. Two nights ago, I had time to write, but I crashed on the couch with a book and a glass of scotch and didn’t move for several hours. I fell asleep at 8, April woke me up sometime later and I read some more, then slept until 5:30 a.m., like I’ve done all this week. I don’t know what’s waking me up at 5:30 everyday, but I shake my fist at it.

I’m taking some really good books, and my notepad/pen as well. I won’t have my laptop, so no longer pieces will be completed, but maybe I’ll get a poem or two written. Hopefully, I’ll also get rested, because I’ve been exhausted. Truly. exhausted.

By the grace of God, I will carry on.

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