Ready for bed. Tired and surrendered to day. So, no more to say. I’m off to sheets, pillows, rest before early early run. Wish there were more hours in a day, and all days. Calm, breathing here on the floor of my home office, with my back against the couch like I did in the other room when this couch was in that room… circles, circles, I know…
Oh, if I could only get in 7 miles tomorrow morning. I can, right? Yes, yes… “Get to bed!” I hear a voice somewhere here say.
No wine tonight, the best selection I’ve made in some time.