Losing the Race

Wow. Lately I've come home from work bushed. I have no energy. And the progress around the house is nixed. In fact, I'm even losing the race with daily chores lately. The yard keeps growing. There's still stumps in the front yard that I pulled out but didn't remove. There's a pile of wood in back that needs burned. The dishes even got me last night. Alison knew I was tired and instructed me to go to bed. I said, "No, I have too much to do, like unload the dish-washer."

"It can wait," she retorted. And she was right. I was like a player on the bench after a long game in a losing battle. I was unwilling to give up, but too tired to make a difference.

So I showered and went to bed. (I did unload and reload the dishwasher though, but only so I wouldn't think about it in bed)

I know it's because I've been occupied each of the last 4 weekends. When you stand at the base of the mountain, it looks bigger. If you're already walking, who notices.