Please do not email me with your diagnoses and opinions and medications and suggestions and ideas.
I am tired.
I am tired because:
I arose at 4:30 am yesterday morning, simply because I was awake; why wait around, I ask? No nap yesterday, and I was in bed by 11:00 pm.
I arose this morning at 5:00-ish, and got up to watch the moonset. Yes, it was pretty. While I was already up, why not get started on things? After coffee was made, there was porch time to be had (complete with prayers in the dark), and as soon as the sun peeked into the horizon, there was major gardening/mowing/landscaping to be done. To be done, mind you, before that insipid wind started up. And so I was running full-speed-ahead until 11:30 am. And my engine came to a halt: Must have something more than caffeine.
I ate, visited with a neighbor who stopped by, and went on with the gardening and animal care and such.
By mid-afternoon, I was done. Toast. I showered and put on some linen pants and a top that looked...Resortish? Not Rural Kansan? That Spouse o' Mine came home from his 60-mile bike ride, and we watched Giro d'Italia and the Kentucky Derby (We enjoy the drug "speed" in a different definition, apparently.)
And here we are, evening. I have practiced cello, and am starting dinner.
And I am tired.
Shrimp fettuccine coming up, along with radishes and collard greens, from our garden.
Tired...both of us.