Finally

For the past six weeks, I've been running on empty, as they say.  It's been a case of... head down, just keep putting one foot in front of the other, keep going to bed at a reasonable hour, keep getting up and getting ready, look presentable, head out of the door.

The day finally arrived.  Friday was my last day in for two weeks.  The past week, I have been going though the motions, trying to do everything I possibly can, just to make it to the end.

I had a brief conversation with God on the way to work, Friday morning, 'whatever happens today, thank you for getting me through the past few months'. 

I wasn't trying to hedge my bets, I honestly expected my last day before my much deserved break, to go to hell in a hand cart, but at least he'd got me thus far.  But it didn't.  I didn't have any last minute disasters.  I went to lunch with my two team buddies, the boys had a couple of beers, I had a tiny pinot grigio, and we chatted and ate gorgeous Italian cuisine.  Two hours flew by.

I managed to finish work on time and as I pulled into my drive, I felt quite emotional.  I could, quite easily have cried.  I was just exhausted.  I always get emotional when I'm over-tired.  I felt like I'd just run a marathon.

I made it.  I'm now off for seventeen whole days.  Can't believe it.