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I'm staring down a stretch of like...umpteen days in a row of doing things.
Today was a tennis tournament and a press day.
Tomorrow I cover a golf event and then take Anne to Boise - and come back, possibly the same day. Or stay overnight.
Saturday I have a tennis tournament, a track meet, two baseball game and two softball games to cover.
Sunday's Easter. It's always crazy but I'll be by myself. Church and whatnot, maybe just chill out.
Monday's press day and then this awards thingy at night I have to cover.
Tuesday's more baseball and softball.
Wednesday I go and get Anne from Boise.
And the cycle begins anew.
I just...yeah. Sometimes I feel like I'm overworking myself, even though I know I'm not. Maybe it's just the stress of spring season. Six weeks to go until the state championships and whatnot. Maybe I'll actually get to go to Eugene or someplace this time.
I totally got off tangent. And my head hurts. And I have a 4-hour drive ahead of me in...eight hours. So...out.
Today was a tennis tournament and a press day.
Tomorrow I cover a golf event and then take Anne to Boise - and come back, possibly the same day. Or stay overnight.
Saturday I have a tennis tournament, a track meet, two baseball game and two softball games to cover.
Sunday's Easter. It's always crazy but I'll be by myself. Church and whatnot, maybe just chill out.
Monday's press day and then this awards thingy at night I have to cover.
Tuesday's more baseball and softball.
Wednesday I go and get Anne from Boise.
And the cycle begins anew.
I just...yeah. Sometimes I feel like I'm overworking myself, even though I know I'm not. Maybe it's just the stress of spring season. Six weeks to go until the state championships and whatnot. Maybe I'll actually get to go to Eugene or someplace this time.
I totally got off tangent. And my head hurts. And I have a 4-hour drive ahead of me in...eight hours. So...out.