I got to the parish office at my usual morning time (6:15 a.m.) I was quite proud of myself, just coming home from vacation yesterday afternoon. I did office work before the 8:30 a.m. school Mass.
After the school Mass, I did some more office work and then went on some errands, including picking up a prescription from Walgreens. When I got back, I told my secretary that I was quite pleased with myself as I was powering through the day. I told her that I expected that I would crash and burn around Noon.
Noon came and went and I was still finishing catching up on work from the two weeks I was gone on vacation. I even met with a few walk in visitors.
I made it later than I thought I would. However, around 2:30 p.m., it was like the walls of fatigue started closing in on me and I knew a crash was coming soon. So I told the secretary that I was going to leave for the day and came back to the house. I sat in my recliner for a while and felt a rush of fatigue come in. However, I resisted it. I wanted to make sure that I slept well through the night and knew that if I took any kind of nap, a peaceful sleep throughout the night would only be a dream and not a reality.
Now, however, I’m ready to call it quits for the day. As St. Paul once wrote, I fought the good fight. I ran the race. And I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground. (That last sentence was mine, not St. Paul’s.) 🙂
Anyway, declaring a complete surrender, I now turn myself over to the sandman.
g’night
