Exhausted

During The Lukas Visit we watched movies, played checkers, ate a lot of fast food, visited forests, skipped on beaches, ate a bag of Butterfingers, played tennis, gazed at stars, drove aimlessly, had family dinners, played Pig, baked Welshcakes, spent a day in pajamas, did a puzzle, made ice cream, argued about men with ponytails, had a sword fight, read books, learned Kung Fu, ate out, had lots of Buddy love time, and also, we went grocery shopping.

Lukas made me exercise AND he wouldn't let me nap. "He's a tyrant", Mom said one afternoon when my eyes were barely open. Imagine. No napping. It finally took its toll on me and I fell asleep on our last day together while Lukas was taking pictures of the moon. Lukas made me jog, stretch, and do Kung Fu.

I don't do that.

He stays up late, gets up early, and has bundles of unbridled energy. My sluggish disposition was no match against his dog-like enthusiasm for life. During his "down time", when my knees would finally buckle and I would drag my sore carcass into the kitchen for sustenance, Lukas bounded around the house fixing things; my camera, various phones, computers, my tape player, our DVD player, and even the zipper on my coat.

The Tyrant is home now, no doubt barreling through the woods with his own four-legged partner in crime. He's headed back to Cardiff in a few days and then begins the Last Year of PhD Crunch Time.

I took him to the airport early this morning and then served my time at the Smelly Deli for a lunch shift before picking up Finn for his Thursday afternoon art class. Finally, this long long day is over and I can hear my puffy pillows calling my name.