So after all my bragging yesterday about all the zen in my life, today it all went to hell and I had one of the stressful sorts of days that made that trip to Acadia so important to my mental health. It was the sort of day that makes you wonder whether you’ll ever survive another moment, and when you do survive the next moment and even manage to get back to your own home where you can finally take off your shoes and your pants, you wonder – if you manage to get to sleep at all – whether you’ll be able to wake up, because quite honestly, having to face another stress cooker like this can’t be worse than bed sores and bad breath.
Stories from our tubing adventure still to come. But first sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.