There is only so much one can handle, and I used to be able to handle a lot. Until now, events seem to be piling up sky high and the famous last, too heavy, straw has arrived, for me.
I’d better go to bed early tonight, with some books and hopefully I even get some sleep if I am lucky. There is always tomorrow, right?
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Not only is there always tomorrow, it always gets better after a good long soak, a great book and some peaceful rest.