I'm still calm and relaxed, as I should be after my self-indulgent vacation. But I wonder where the time goes. I have an agenda for each day, but of course one can't plan everything. Things happen and take priority and must be fitted in. That sounds so mechanical and it's not really. There are still lovely moments in each day; there always are. I roll with the punches, make up for lost time, change my plans according to new pressures. Yeah, yeah, doesn't that sound calm and reasonable? Unbelievable, in fact. Yup.
The point is, it's the end of the day, not the bitter end, but the end of my energy. And I just don't feel like writing a blog tonight.
I need a Sea Day. I guess I'll have to create my own.