I was driving to my dog’s obedience training last week when I stopped at a light and wondered why I felt so worn out. I thought about my day. I’d woken up at 5 a.m. to work out, drove to work and worked just about non-stop until 5 pm. I’d driven home and worked on the blog a bit, and got dinner started. I ate while I checked on a few more things for the blog. Then I’d rushed out the door after noticing the huge hole in Sadie’s bed that I made a mental note to sew up when I got home.