Friday, Finally Friday

It has been a long week...long weeks with working last weekend.  I am tired....more than tired - I am weary.  You get tired from working too much....you get weary from getting tired too much.  I suppose there are lots of factors.  Jogging on the endless treadmill makes one weary.  We seem to get nowhere.  Endlessly trudging forward, only to stay in the same place.  Our monotony broken up only by the occasional fishing show or round of golf.  I am at the age now where I remember my mom voicing the same sentiments.  She was left a widow with 6 kids, the oldest was 18, the youngest was 10.  She had no choice but to dig in and do the best she could for us....but it made her weary.  Now, my own lot is probably 2% as difficult as hers was.  But nonetheless, a bit of introspection has pointed out some things I need to do to recharge, refresh my outlook.  I suppose everyone should do that from time to time.  Maybe this will be the year that someone will pay me to fish remote Canadian lakes......or pay me to play bad golf.....or pay me to review burrito restaurants......or maybe not.  Maybe I need to figure it all out...if anyone is reading this drivel this blog and is of the same age as I (52) you probably know what I mean. 
But weariness is a luxury I cannot afford right now...I have to get back on the treadmill and walk.

have a good weekend all - Bulls, Hawks, Bears all play.  Put that together with some wings and beer, and perhaps the weariness will go away for awhile.