I remember references to being a "tired warrior" ever since I was a small boy. There have been multiple occasions when I have referred to my own children as tired warriors. In doing so Andy often gets very serious and lets me know that he is not a tired warrior, he is Anderson or he is a boy. Just like a tired warrior to take issue with how one might refer to them. If there is one thing that I am learning from Andy it's that you don't mess with his name. I believe I've mentioned before that I have asked him "Are you ready Freddy?" and his response is stern and extremely serious: "I am not Freddy, I am Andy". Oh the kid makes me laugh.
Anyhow I am a tired warrior. I have not had much sleep this week and have found myself buried with work and packing. I will be most grateful by about the middle of July because the shop should be getting the final kinks out and I will hopefully be unpacked and settled in the new place. I might actually be able to squeeze in a nap. Won't that be nice? Some days are very challenging and all you can do is your best. At the end of the day giving your best. I
Holy cow. I cannot keep my eyes open. This is not a secret trait of the Tired Warrior though exhaustion does play a major role. Suffice to say, I am worn out and am probably on the verge of talking in circles. That said, I am going to close for now and go to bed.
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