Pace yourself, you think. No need to do it all at once.

That’s what they all say. This is New Mexico.

But maybe they mean it.

Maybe it’s an excuse. Though to be fair, maybe it’s a good excuse.

Tomorrow, I can do more. I’ll mean it this time. Last time, not so much, in hindsight.

What if I forget. You won’t forget, will you. You’ll remind me. I’d appreciate that.

Tomorrow. Maybe less. Maybe more.

But either way. Tomorrow.