Everything hurts

If you play, ya gotta pay.

I must owe a lot.

I just spent a week in Italy; it was incredible. I returned on Sunday, but had to turn around and go to Boston on Monday for a quick work trip.

It really hurt.

We’re talking, everything hurt.  My sleep cycle was still wonky.  The drive up and back that day was delayed by weather and traffic.  The class I taught went well, I think, but it sucked every last ounce of energy from my body.

Which made everything hurt more.

Luckily, there’s a manual:

I haven’t read it.  I don’t even know what it’s about.  But with that title?

It’s fate.

Or I may still be so tired that it just seems inspired.

Yeah, that could be it.

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