Don't look now, but I seem to have survived

The week, that is. Barely. Today was another million hour day of walking, running, stressing, lecturing, grading, etc, etc, etc.

I keep thinking, though, about my hike to Big Rock in Belize. It took so much out of me that I truly, no exaggeration, felt like I might die. My legs, at several points, simply refused to work and I had to stop and go, stop and go, stop and go. Thinking about that keeps me going.

Got my car back tonight. Pseudo-Husband Josh helped me out, as usual. He's so busy, much busier than I am, and he still helps me out.

I can make it through tomorrow, Friday, the last day of the week. And then I'll enjoy the weekend, and grade papers and clean my house and pick up my parents at the airport. I miss them so much. I haven't talked to them, really, for almost a month. Our trips all but overlapped, only a few days between. It's the longest we've gone without talking.

Okay, my bed is screaming for me, I must go tend to it.