I’m still recovering from the weekend. I know, I know, two nights should be enough but I’m getting older now. Not old, but older, and I don’t bounce back the way I used to. The end of my partying days are growing closer, I’m feeling it. I’m hoping I’ll be able to let them go gracefully when the time comes.
It was a good day though. I was productive and the work hours flew by fast. I was able to leave early and to come home to my fiance rather than an empty house. Plus plenty of leftover fajita fixings leftover from last night to make for dinner and a little time to write in before I’ll have to do it all again tomorrow. There isn’t much more I ask from life. There isn’t much more I can ask, I guess.