Currently it’s 1:15 in the morning, and I’m flat worn out. I’ve been traveling or catching up with friends and family all day, I have a headache, and I’m having a hard time putting two sentences together. The good news, however, is that I’m just tired–I didn’t wake up today with a sinus infection like I thought I was going to. Maybe the waters of Hot Springs that I guzzled and soaked in yesterday afternoon cured me, or maybe I just drank less beer (actually, none) for dinner last night and got some decent rest. Either way, I consider it a miracle that I’m not–as we speak–sick, sick, sick.

That being said, I am pooped, pooped, pooped.

Honestly, I need to go to bed. Well, I am in bed, but I need to fall asleep. Part of me wants to “tough it out” and tell you about my last night in Hot Springs, my travels today, all the glorious laundry I’ve done this afternoon, and the fact that I’ve eaten just as much if not more since returning to Van Buren than I did while I was out-of-town, but the bigger part of me knows I can’t currently do those stories justice. Therefore, I’m choosing to support my body and soul by resting and coming back to the page tomorrow when I’m more refreshed.

Sometimes, Marcus, it’s okay to give yourself a break.