I had one of those days today, where I just couldn’t get out of bed. It wasn’t a depressed, hide under the covers, stay in the darkness kind of thing. I was just really tired.
So tired that I gathered up what little strength I had and called out sick.
Sleeping sickness is a disease. I needed to rule it out as the cause of my lethargy.
I made the most of my day. I took a load of whites down to the washing machine. Then I got back into bed. That’s where I stayed until late afternoon.
Again, I wasn’t down or blue, just really tired.
Once I hauled my lazy ass out of bed around 5:00, I made a long list of chores to do. I always feel great guilt when I call out of work, so to alleviate the feeling I like to try to be productive.
Somehow, my apartment is more of a mess now than when I started Operation Clean The Pit.
I threw out bags of stuff, have a box of clothes ready for the Salvation Army, but somehow it still looks like a bomb went off.
That’s all for now. It’s late. I have to go to bed.