A brief excursion yesterday, to the eye doctor — less than two hours. A friend took me, so I didn’t have to drive, and I was sitting the whole time. Came home, ignored my happy dogs, stripped down, and crawled into bed.
I am learning from this illness the different qualities of tired, as Alaska taught me the qualities of light. There is too tired to brush your hair, and too tired to brush your teeth. There is too tired to wash the dish, and too tired to eat. There is too tired to do what you want, and too tired to do what you must.
There is too tired to think of a clever finish for this post.
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