I'm home. 700 and something kilometres in the past 48 hours. 1 wedding, 1 reception, 2 nights in a motel, 2 run-ins with the police, 1 youth group, and 1 church service.

I'm buggered. I'm half-way between passing out and having an emotional break-down.

But I have stories to tell. Perhaps that's tomorrow's job.

It'll all be good in the morning.