Just hit the wall. After I bounced off it and settled on my ass, I heard soft scrapping sounds and realized he wall was breaking and crashing down on me.
Hands are tired. Feels like a torch is being held to my knuckles. Eyes are worn out. Brain feels numb.
It's warm and sunny. The radio plays the blues. A nap beckons. The coffee shop is busy but someone's attached heavy weights to my eyelids.
There is much to be done before I go and the house is a mile away.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com