Extremes

I got behind at work.  Too much to do, too little support, too late.  At the Ministry I used to thrive on pressure, and performed.  Tried to thrive last night and worked until 4am.  Today I am shattered. I awoke after nine, had some breakfast and a cup of tea, now I’m going back to bed.  No gain. 

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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