Last week, I got spoiled. An odd schedule and a few cancelled lessons meant that I had a bit more time to stop and breathe during the week.
This week has been different. Schedules full enough that even when they suddenly lighten there is more than enough to fill the void. Here we are about 16 hours after waking up, and finally I feel like I can rest.
But the weariness makes it hard to even enjoy resting. I want to read a book but my eyes are already feeling heavy.
And too much of my mind is whispering that tomorrow is another early start with another long day.
Deadly Troubadour 