it's getting to be that time.
that time where maximum capacity is reached.
where there are officially not enough hours in the day to do all that needs to be done; not enough days in the week to catch up.
that time where i just want to find a cave, crawl in, and not come out. ever.
the load at work is more of an overload.
home is that place filled with clutter, where i eat breakfast and sleep at night, but not much else.
goal race (version 2.0) looms just ahead, and i am achy and tired and tired and tired.
thanks to the overzealous retail machine, i can even already see the holidays peering over the horizon. (seriously?!)
and that cave, up in the mountains, in the middle of nowhere?
it looks mighty inviting.
just around the corner there is a respite.
there is a break.
time to rest, relax, recharge.
time to ease up.
that period of time where the big decisions include whether to make tea or cocoa this afternoon. or both.
weekends filled with sleeping in and comfort food.
running races without a goal time; just the goal of having a good time (the kind that is not measured by the clock).
picking a warm sweater to ward off the cool temperature.
and i am ready.
so so ready.