I feel like I just got here, but I’m off once again, down the interstates and back to Augusta.
I was hoping that this vacation would be restful, but given the short span of time I had here, sandwiched between 530 miles of driving, I must have been delusional. I think the most relaxation I’ve had has been today, when I decided that I should sleep in so I’m not tired on the road. But even now I don’t feel relaxed.
I just feel…weary.
Oh well. At least I only have two days of work before the weekend.