I'm tired. I have not typed words to be published since Thursday night. I was out running before seven in the morning every day this weekend. I slept on the floor of two hotel rooms in two different states, neither begins Iowa. I spent 13 hours driving or riding around the Midwest. I went to a wedding and NCAA D3 track and field nationals. I'm done. I just want to lay around reading Ender's Game and get ready for a lung busting track workout tomorrow morning at 5:30.
It never stops, you know, life.