The Prodigal Returns

I awoke in the dark.

Where am I? What day is it? What time is it? These questions all blew through my mind in rapid succession as I struggled to make the leap from sleep to consciousness.

It’s no wonder that I’m so slow to come ‘round. I’ve been so tired the past several days that I’ve been coming in, having dinner, maybe doing a few things and then falling into bed for a few hours. Then I get up, do a few things for 90 minutes to 2 hours and returning to bed.

Works been mercilessly busy – and that’s a very good thing. It just makes for an extremely tired me. And the weather hasn’t helped much. We’ve gone from sunny and beautiful to rain, to sunny and cooler, to cloudy and cooler still, to a soggy weekend on tap with highs between 45 and 50.

So, I haven’t done much beyond work, eat and sleep and that doesn’t make for much to share. I’ll be better over the next few days though as I catch up not only this blog but on all of yours. And I even have a few stories to tell.

The good news is that it’s Friday. The bad news is that the only person who ever had all of their work done by Friday was Robinson Crusoe.