At the close of each day, as I climb into my perfectly soft heaven-sent bed I find that I am completely and utterly exhausted! Not really from the stress my job naturally carries, nor from the heavy life I balance outside of work, and not entirely from the physical strain I self-infict on my body.
At the end of the day, my mind was the part of me that would surge full force ahead into the land of dreams. Now the muscle that wishes to go on an unending vacation is the tiniest by far: my tongue. To sit in silence is a rare delicacy... to experience empty air would be the most beautiful of symphonies.
At this stage of life, this is a crazy, but an ever-present reality... almost humorous in its conviction! For my tongue to be more tired than my mind! Now that says something....
GO BACK TO SCHOOL...... well, I just might.
