This is one of those moments where I take two minutes to sit back and breathe. I’ve just finished a brain-puckering day at work. I’ve just finished a month-long marathon of business trips, family visits, quick-mini-vacations, and stupidity. Now, I breathe.
I’m literally brusied and battered. I’m tired and hungry. I’m a white-boy blues song in the making.
Regardless, my job did that thing again today. It’s the thing that makes me hate it and love it at the same time…like a really good lover who you can’t stand to be around unless you’re doing the nasty…and then you can’t get enough.
Today, she made me scream, then made me hum. I’m now basking in the athletic afterglow and wishing I hadn’t hit myself in the head so hard this afternoon during a period of cartoonic frustration.
Ignore the title of this post. I didn’t get to the subject. I’m too scatter-brained right now.
Breathe, baby, breathe.