I think if my work had bootheels right now, they would be three-inch thick hardened leather, shod with rough, rusty steel, and sporting a few errant nails at odd and uncomfortable angles.
I worked a 13-hour day today and felt myself sort of start to wobble a bit as I stood in front of the sink, hands encased in sexy blue rubber, scrubbing the tomato sauce from yesterday's dinner pan. Two by two, hands of blue; two by two, hands of blue.
Between getting up at 5.30 in the morning and not really sitting down to rest until after 10 PM for the past while, I don't have much in me.
I'm going to a stag party this weekend though, and those are always fun. Aside from that time at my own when I dislocated my kneecap. A fact I always feel pressed to mention when the word 'stag' enters into conversation.
So, here's to June and the official arrival of summer, and a week of vacation very nearly within my grasp...