My back is sore. My kids are whiny. Three mornings in a row of early morning Crossfit. Bullshit at work. Divorce agreement. Life insurance. Medical appointments. School and extracurricular activities. Not to mention all the stuff I don't even know about that Kiza takes care of.
The tunnel seems long, the light at the end seems faint and distant.
I'll rest when I'm dead.
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