It feels like I was run over by a truck. I'm tuckered. Tired. Exhausted. Pooped. Draggin'. Comotose. I didn't see it coming but I should have. I guess I wasn't really looking. Just "crossing the street" today and BAM.
2nd weekend of traveling and family and talking and listening and hugging and crying. Lordy.
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