Fatigue surprises me. I can't think very straight. I feel cranky. I feel sad.

We had too much weekend at my house, a weekend that started last thursday and only ended this morning. Our 6-y-o niece came for a visit. She has problems sleeping, so we had problems sleeping. I ate too much yesterday. And I am too tired, still, to exercise tonight.

I want to rest. I don't want to be a loving wife. I don't want to be a good daughter. I don't even want to belong to the "fine tooth flosser" club.

I'm gonna go stick my feet up, read for a few pages, and fall into a blissful sleep (God Willing!) about 2 hours earlier than my usual bedtime.

Hopefully I can begin my week tomorrow morning the way I really want to.

Posting picture of me and niece. Our daylight hours together were precious, memorable, and soul-satisfying. I'm a troll, though, without sleep. (Can women be trolls?)

Love, fatigue-fogged-otter