My eyes are full of gravel.
I spoke yesterday at a breakfast session and then we packed up and drove, and drove, and drove. We chatted, sat silent. We drove north and left the warm spring weather behind us. Getting home almost 12 hours after we left we were both exhausted from the travel.
Toast and peanut butter served as dinner.
So now I'm here at the computer, a story to tell, but - I'm tired. Words don't flow easily and I have to stop every couple of words to correct mis-strikes as my fingers aren't firing properly and wrong letters are appearing in the words that I'm writing.
"On the edge of whining, live not," says Yoda.
For daily readers and visitors of 'Chewing the Fat' please forgive me - I'm gonna just go lie down and read a bit. I've got some stuff to do for work tomorrow, but that can wait until I can type without having to read back over every single word.
Have a blessed day!