Last week was very fast-paced. Then this past weekend suddenly adopted a non-stop schedule. On Friday evening I remember asking my wife want we had planned for the weekend. "Nothing," she replied. Then the text messages started coming in. "Do you want me and my family to come over this weekend to help plant your vegetable garden?" "Do you want to go trick and treating with us?" Before we knew it we were going to a tennis tournament, planting a garden, having lunch and afternoon tea with old friends, trick and treating, grocery shopping and more.
Now it's Monday evening. I am wiped out, but I can't sleep. So I will try write myself to sleep.
Snore. Not.