Growing Weary

There are certainly worse places in the world to spend a few days than Malibu, CA. Each morning my family looks out over the Pacific Ocean as we eat breakfast, and if that gets too stale, then we simply turn around and look at the mountains. While it is sweltering in my hometown of Houston, TX, the temperature has not topped 64-degrees here this week.

There's only one problem, though.

I'm tired.

When we arrived yesterday not all our bags arrived with us. In particular my bag with me speaking clothes was missing. Not only that, but the same bag contained the toiletries for the entire family. After talking with Continental about a dozen times yesterday our bag arrived at 11:10 Pacific time. Mind you that we awoke at 4:45am Central time that morning. That's a long day for me, not to mention that I was teaching first thing this morning, then again at lunch. And for me, speaking is always draining. Plus, I just finished an assignment for a class and have some other professional writing projects that are overdue.

I need some rest.

Luckily, I won't speak again until Friday afternoon. That means tomorrow is for fun and learning. I'll take in some classes in the morning, have lunch with friends, Rob and Judy McRay, than my daughter and I will head off to the beach--which she has been patiently begging for since we got here--then I will hear Randy Harris in the late afternoon, have dinner with good friends Russ and Rebecca Debenport and then return for the evening lecture.

Something tells me that my weariness is going to wear off anytime soon.

Isn't life great.