There was going to be an entry here posted last night entitled “the look on my face asks if it is bedtime yet” but it never got written. Mainly because I am once again dogsitting, and while I swung home long enough last night to cook some food and grab some work clothes today, I did not want to take the time to post because I had to get back and walk the poor dog, and I didn’t pack up my computer and take it with me because I wasn’t sure if Bennett had left a cable out for me to get online from their place. But also, because as soon as I got to their place, it *was* bedtime. I walked the dog, and then promptly passed out on the couch for several hours– waking with a nasty crick in my neck– and then staggered upstairs and threw myself into bed.
Though I finally feel rested today, I don’t remember when the last time I was this tired was. And I don’t really know why I’m so tired. I’m coming off of a busy streak, but it involved less running around than normal. Working 10s every day for the last 3 weeks might have something to do with it, but, whatever. I don’;t think the smoke breathing thing has much to do with it. I’m hoping for a restful weekend, and then I should be back to normal.