A busy set of days

Life is not measured by minutes.  Some minutes are full.  Some days are empty.  We are living very full minutes right now.  I've been subsisting on coffee, food from boxes, and red wine (at the end of the day to slow my roll.)  I usually pick my kids up from school, take them to my flip properties, and then work until 6:30 or 7.  Come home, dig up some food, put them to bed.  Pass out.  It's a good kind of full, but I can feel the tension singing in my muscles and bones.  It's not sustainable.  It doesn't have to be, just 2 more weeks and then... these properties better be done, because this train is leaving!  After school today we spent a luxurious hour swimming in the pool.  Now it's time to go back to work.