Exhausted Yet Victorious

All's been quiet on the blogging front this week because my presence was needed on the front lines of the battlefield. Usually the general hangs back and barks commands to the underlings who rush along obeying orders. But this week I had to lead the charge, carry the flag, beat the drums, slay the enemy, decode intelligence, parley with top officials, tend the wounded, maneuver my field position, rouse the masses, send in the peace corps, bank the fires of dissent, pull the trigger on the trigger happy, decapitate traitors, and then deliver the press release. All in one week. So-I'm exhausted-although that word is really not strong enough. If I were a rich celebrity, I would check into the hospital right now and my publicist would be issuing a statement about respecting my privacy while I take a much deserved break from the pressures of public scrutiny. Instead I'm on my couch at 3 something AM brewing coffee and talking back to the voices in my head who woke me up for instant replay of hell week. The fact that I'm not a casualty of a bloody massacre is downright providential. I took some risks that should have blown up in my face. But when you lock and load, there's no going back. Gotta look it dead it in the eyes and go for glory. So yes, I got blood on my hands. It wasn't pretty-never is. You don't fight three different battles and survive to tell the story without having to commit a few questionable acts in the process. But it's done. And I gave as good as I got-and then some.