Every year I go on a retreat with my students I feel older. My body aches. My lack of sleep astounds me . And the recovery time takes twice as long as the year before. I must be getting older. Sigh...
Last night I'm lying in my bunk bed (yes, BUNK bed) and it suddenly dawns on me that I'm 31 years old and I'm awake at 2AM chatting with students and our intern. This is not normal, is it?
But it is what I do. And while I'm worse for wear right now, I'll recover.
Funny comment from a student: "We should do this again in a few months."
Yeah...right. Let's talk about this again sometime in the fall.
Word of the Weekend: "Swarleylicious"