In the past, I have been guilty of burning the candle at both ends.  Downtime just did not sit well with me.  My days were jam-packed.  I moved from one activity to the next.  I worked and worked and worked.  I wore myself into the ground and was proud of it.  If a man does not work, he does not eat.  You have seen me.  I make sure I can eat.  I kept my mind and my hands busy. While running this way and that way, I ran into a brick wall on the day that Tomica died.  When I got the call that her health had taken a serious…