Gold Standard

The leaves are on the Asian Pear tree in the driveway, and the late afternoon sun was at the perfect angle. A few chores today and I’m so tired. Laundry, cooking, a run to UPS—all that seems like nothing when I think about it, but not when I’m sitting here at the end of the day. I forgot to put walking on that list. Walking, laundry, cooking, errands, and then that awful wave of tired that just brings it all to a halt. This is what halt looks like—processing photos and blipping. Not much of a halt, and pretty soon it’s time to put the finishing touches on dinner.