HardWorkLazyGoHome

Got back from MO, had a week in which I accomplished less than half of what I had wanted, and then headed to camp... Looooooong drive, long odds, long friendships, long memories, long nights, long looks, long dreams, long way home, long year ahead. Now I feel I'm trapped between exhaustion and task-orientation, the need to rest and the need to move, this undiscovered, undefined, and as-yet-unverified passion and that one. I can't harmonize to this melody, if anyone would even call it that. God, where's the music in all this?