The Marathon Day 2

I'm just sad. The cloud of grief is hanging over me.

And the exhaustion is coming. I have eleven conferences tomorrow. I have to teach tomorrow.

Tomorrow is B's funeral.

I can fight the sad and keep on doing my job, but the sad will be there waiting for me tomorrow at seven when I finally get to go home.

Then, I'll close my eyes. It will be Thursday and I will work fourteen more hours.