Adding that workout to already being short on sleep and long on sniffles, I would have thought I was tired enough. But no, we watched Inside Out tonight [if you haven't seen it, you are warned that I have some minor spoilers ahead] and was put through emotional calisthenics. It's supposed to be a kids movie, but no; Pixar made another "Up." I was struggling when some of Riley's memories turned blue, but became a flowing waterfall when Joy dropped into the valley (not to mention how she got out of it). Movies about children growing up always hit me hard. Father of the Bride nailed it on the head when Steve Martin's character looks at his grown up daughter and the camera shows her as still five years old. I have enough issues thinking back on how fast my children have grown. For that matter, I don't need reminders about the memories that I've lost ...
I'm wrung out. Time to hang it up.