Frankly, I’m exhausted, but I still gotta get a post in. We spent the weekend at the Canyon, which I detailed in the prior post. A second day in the Canyon meant meeting more interesting people and learning more about that lifestyle out there. The boys earned their Jr. Ranger badges and we spent many hours on the road driving home. I think the drives are the hardest. Short of ‘Are we there yet?’ drama, the drives home consist of three extremely boisterous boys alternating singing, laughing, fighting, and crying in the backseat–all at a volume that makes the vehicle want to autopilot to the side of the road slowing just enough to safely eject the three through the moon roof. Of course, maybe that’s just me putting my wishes upon the tribe.
Come Monday I’ll sink back into my natural world and struggle put together something resembling a valid work schedule. I’ve been getting things done rather well, but I cannot say I have a legitimate schedule to work off of. I have the class schedule, the office schedule, and the practice schedules, but everything in between in up in the air. As I age–and my body is telling me that this aging thing is happening with greater rapidity–I find I need more of a concrete idea of when to do things in order to achieve maximum effectiveness. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’m still convinced I have a reset button in me that, once pressed, will shake off a decade of tough living and just put me back on my game 100%.
I wonder if the Giants have one of those? They could use one, because they’re making me look like a fool for loving them…