That's it. We are at the end.
This year the end has been a blur of events, each BIG things of great merit that when placed back-to-back, day-after-day have turned into a race. I feel like the proverbial hamster in a wheel. (Is that even proverbial?)
I detest living at this pace. I am usually able to avoid it.
I don't have the energy or desire, even, to share the details of all the wonderful things (and a few sad and worrisome things) of the past few weeks. I'm feeling the hangover that comes with being drunk with too much emotion for too long.
Soon I will board a plane.
I hope the hangover is cured by then.
Because I'm ready for the drive-through daiquiri shops of my youth, and we all know that an ice cold pina colada daiquiri is not advisable with a hangover.
Brain freeze! People!