I arrived home from The Nationals and had a busy day catching up with things that had to be done. Today I played croquet this morning and then had lunch in town with Wendy, Martin and their friends. I arrived home this afternoon. And I suddenly felt very tired and alone. Isn't it strange how one can be so busy and so surrounded by people and still feel alone and flat. And it wasn't as if I didn't have lots to do either. Then I read Heather's Blog and came to her post entitled Bbbbbusy. I realised that I had Post Busy Itis Syndrome - PBIS. As Heather said she is just fine while she's in it, managing it all quite well but knowing in the back of her mind that when it's all over...she will be at home, probably all week, recouping and taking care of the house...catching her breathe and nourishing her soul. Well I'm not sure I can go quite that far but I certainly understand where she is coming from. And until I go away to Palmerston North at the end of the week for the next tournament I'll just have to do all that has to be done and get on with things. But it won't stop that feeling of flatness that comes when the busy lessens.
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