Some days (some weeks or alternate Friday mornings even) the ordinary world can fizzle to numbness and drift lazily away.
Some days can be so simply exhausting that saying "Good night" gives you the feeling that either a parade should now be held in your honor somewhere, or you've broken the laws of physics in not having broken down in tears hours beforehand.
Some days hold the proof that you should have been looking after yourself better, that gentleness doesn't necessarily mean weakness, and that sometimes the best part of the day is when it is over.
