I am grateful that I am not feeling nauseous all day. I do admit that about 3:00 every day I feel gross and a little green. I haven’t yet, though, sauntered into Barfytown
I do, however, have a terrible case of exhaustion. I have the kind of exhaustion that cripples me, prevents me from thinking clearly, and makes it damn near impossible to get out of bed before 10. I tried sleeping more. I tried sleeping less. I tried berating myself and calling myself horrible names to roust myself from bed. Nothing works. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep it off.
Dimitri just doesn’t get it. I tell him that I’m tired, and he says “Yeah, well, me too. I worked all day. What did you do?”
I reply “Man, I did TWO loads of laundry and fed the cat, and I can barely keep my head perpendicular to the floor.” He hasn’t strangled me yet, but he looks like he might.