Alive With A Little Bit of Kick

I've been the most lethargic I've ever been the past couple of days.

And unfortunately, I have to blast my way through feeling like a pile of dung. The five grants that determine the bulk of our annual funding are due on Tuesday. I've been forcing myself to care about their quality.

Even when I leave work, I've been unable to rest - except for last night. On Tuesday, I got a flat tire on the way home. While it only took about 20 minutes to change, it sapped any energy I had out of me. Then last night, I didn't get home until 8:15 because I had to drop by Sears to get a new tire put on. I was in my pajamas by 8:16 and enjoying a hot bowl of soup by 8:30.

At 9, I grabbed a blanket and a newly purchased book and headed for the bedroom planning for some quality reading before falling asleep. Well, I crashed close to 9:30 on top of the covers. It wasn't until 11 that I woke up (with the lights and tv still on) and tucked myself under the covers. Melissa claims that she came in at 10 to make sure I was asleep; she further claims that we had a brief conversation. For the record, I have no recollection of it. For all I know, I could have confessed to kidnapping the Lindbergh baby.

Last before I sign out, thanks to my anonymous commenter from last week. I finally found a copy of Wolfe's The Painted Word. Maybe I'll have something to report next week - if only I could read more than a couple pages before falling asleep.