I'm tired. Anyone else out there tired? Not just a I-didn't-quite-get-a-super-snooze-last-night tired but a completely fatigued-through-the-entire-skeletal-system tired?
"We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing." Oliver Wendell Holmes
What if we have quit playing because we're just too plain tired to play?
Rebekah's obsession with swinging ("higher, mom, HIGHER"...until a look of momentary dread fills her sparkly baby blues and she calmly spouts, "I'm okay for now..." translation: push me higher and I may either shriek or puke) goes over well with my tired-ness. Standing in one place, pumping my arm in a never-ending sideways motion as though I was one of those entrance gate bars at the subway working overtime, means I really don't have to do much...a blessing, really...
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