Rolled back into town from Idaho last night and practically crash-landed straight into bed. The car’s still packed, and my place is a testament to my absence. Got some juicy news tucked up my sleeve, but I’m keeping that card close to my chest for just a bit longer. Let’s just say, the trip? Pretty darn fantastic.
But oh, how quickly the tides turn when Monday rears its ugly head. Work’s gone back to its old tricks, stirring up a storm that’s got me reminiscing about the days I nearly threw in the towel. It’s like I’m stuck on a merry-go-round of chaos, and it’s dawning on me that jumping ship might just be the only way to keep my sanity intact.
So here’s the lowdown: Idaho was a blast, and work’s a bust. I’ll spill the beans on the good stuff eventually, but for now, I need to marinate in my little victory and catch some Z’s. Tomorrow, I’ll come out swinging, but tonight’s agenda? Sign off, unwind with a solid flick, and let the world wait.
— Spectator at Togwotee Classic 2018
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