That feeling when you return home on Sunday evening after a fabulous weekend, so tired that it's impossible to function and impossible to fall asleep. So tired that you make yourself even more tired hopelessly trying to unwind.
I tried TV, I tried sleep. On a too-hot balcony, with a laptop on my lap and a glass of rum at my side, I'm trying to decide whether a weekend like this is good or bad.
The bad: Mosquitoes, an exhausting relationship, a long drive.
The good: Swimming in a pure blue sea, lots of laughs, seldom-seen friends who still love you, a delicious meringue pie shared with family on the beach.
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