I feel spacey.
A little like I’m drugged.
Extrapolating from an earlier step-count, I am guessing that today involved around 70k-80k steps. My legs hurt. My ass hurts. My brain does not care. It was too much fun.
Back to work tomorrow.
I have no idea how I will go.
I’m going to crash into turbulent dreams shortly. I will wake, most definitely sore, possibly incapable of movement. If I make it out of bed, work will be interesting. If I make it to 4pm without crashing I’ll be happy.
I guess I need a day to catch up with 3 weeks of email triage.
I have no idea what awaits.
If I did, I don’t know that it’d make any difference.