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Finally I can say the following words: I’m tired. Super-tired.
A night in my parents’ solidify this. It’s funny how coming back to your mental crib gives you a license to rest, no? I was doing fine up until I hit that house one more time.
I accompanied my father getting his brand new Fuji camera’s bonus extra battery, got reminded that I have to update the firmware for my own X-Pro 1 (together with its 3 lenses, each with its own update), + had a very big lunch. Free lunches, I’m thankful that in my world they still do exist.
Got driven back home (such a luxury), realized so many things to catch up (I haven’t touched my RSS feeds for weeks, I depend on e-newsletters lately), finished a big part of it (the Guernicas, + the Fast Company‘s, with a new realization how much I can’t stand the tone used by the latter’s majority of articles), + got really exhausted with texts (the fact that I sprint through the last half of Collectivize! in just a couple of hours, as I need to return it to the owner, didn’t help), I can’t even start reading the X-Pro update instructions.
It has become too much. I’m going to a phase of hibernation. I don’t know for how long. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe a couple of days. You can’t plan this kind of things. Can you?