Anyway, yesterday, I spent the day with the Boy Scouts at Cecil's Lake. I didn't strain myself, but just to drive up there, spend the day, and drive back took everything I had. I was pretty shaky by the time I got home.
Got up early this morning and got ready for church. I was still tired from yesterday, but I got through it. My voice isn't back to full strength yet, and I felt it. Took a nap, then went to Venturers.
I'm all in right now. On top of the physical tiredness, there is some sadness: the death of an old friend; another friend's family going through hard times. Just need to wrap myself in a wool blanket and shut the world out for a while.
Tomorrow, it's up and at it. Got places to go, people to see.