Good evening from New York.
I wondered about just writing good evening to the world, but stepped back, briefly.
How I wish that I had the energy or wit to properly write tonight. But. It has been a work week so full of challenges. I do not think that I have met them. I do not think that I could have met them. I am not even sure that others may even recognize the magnitude of what was on that challenge platter.
I will not complain. I will try to get a good night's sleep. I will put on the clothes that I hope to sell, duplicates of course to others, tomorrow morning.
Barring severe paper cuts, I do hope to be able to write something more skilled tomorrow, or even on the Sunday morning. Sunday is lined up for my official day of rest. Remember, I am the one who makes the schedules at the shop, so if I am tired, I am to blame.
Gosh, this sounds awful. It's just that I am tired.
Tomorrow is another day, but we always say this before that particular tomorrow arrives, don't we?