Done

Done.
I am done for the day.
Done with the walking and the feeding and the watering and the washing and the dressing and the cooking and the driving and the working and the planning and the emailing and the answering and the listing and the praying and the encouraging and the deciding and the shopping and the putting away and the fixing and the getting ready for tomorrow and the dreading and the not sleeping and the handling of bodily functions of a dog a cat and a man. And taking out the trash. And the yelling at and listening to yelling at dogs. And the feeling sad, and anxious, and the being tired and jealous and sorry. And the being ashamed and sinful and unavailable. And the lifting and the waiting and the undressing and the bed arranging and the lip balm applying.

I'm ready to go to bed.
To not sleep.
So that I can do it all again tomorrow.
I am glad, however, that it is Friday.