Monday kicked my ass. Hot and sweaty, busy, one car deal after another, holding down the fort in the garage, employees with problems, customers with problems, home at eight thirty, fall on the couch, wake up at midnight...storms--loud ones. ugh. Nothing accomplished in my own original job---if I can remember what the hell my own original job is...behind....behind....behind.
But another day today. Tuesday is usually quieter. and shorter, and like Martha says"it's a good thing".
My legs are dying this morning, some of it self inflicted with my bike, some of it due to the rain...some of it just the joy of being me...
Happiness is solitude. Where oh where can i find it? Out.