I am, officially, pooped. Goodness knows what state I’ll be in by this time tomorrow – I’ll be driving home by then, and this time I promise that if I’m that tired, I will pull over and take a break.
I soooo need a holiday. Just a short weekend break would do. Maybe a few days in Brittany. Or a trip to Lisbon. Or Italy. A quiet Parisienne café. Anything. Even staying at home for a few days would be good.