Friday, December 08, 2006
I don't think I feel so good. Oh, I'm not sick. I don't have a cold, or flu, or anything else that I know of. It's nothing concrete, nothing I can put my finger on. I just feel ... Blah. Drained. Tired. It's not as though I'm seeing these --
I just feel sort of generally "out of it."
I ran the mini-vacuum cleaner this morning and felt like I'd climbed Mt. Everest. A couple more chores and I was ready to grab a nap. Which I did, because I'm not into self-deprivation. Afterwards, I got a few more things done and then read a little. Then I took a look at the pile of boxes in the dining room that need wrapping. That's all I did -- looked at it -- and I needed another nap. Which I had. And I've been fighting the urge to go to bed for the night since about 7:00. Pitiful. I'd rather feel like
This -- this lethargy, for lack of a better word, is for the birds. I'd rather be sick and get it over with, and then get on with it -- whatever it is.