I am exhausted. Why? What’s happening to me? I need a vacation. Yoga was torture today. 7,000 steps leave me panting. My razor-sharp mind is more like a plastic butter knife these days. I am well and truly coming to the end of my road.
Hunter Thompson put it nicely: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
And it’s been great.
I think I am ready to go tomorrow morning. I got two votes today to take the computer. So. it’s going. And hopefully I’ll come home with all of the 2023 photos ready to leave the computer. Better back it up before I pack it up.