Good Grief 258

Tired, exhausted, weepy and realising I've over-committed.
Writing this on Saturday after another long week, although light in some respects, not so in others and with current numbers standing at over 70 it can feel relentless and unremitting.

I was tempted to write just the word 'exhausted' and leave it at that but it is a place too, like Adlestrop, on the road between here, there, somewhere and nowhere. It can be tempting to slump, cry, try and sleep, and then get up for my over-commitments tomorrow and Monday but it will have its brief moment here.

Today it is a place that includes sadness, a feeling that life is for other people, anticipation of our wedding anniversary next weekend, and, time, the bewilderment of time, not knowing, not minding not knowing .... and exhaustion.