Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
I unabashedly spent the three day weekend on the sofa bundled in a blanket, napping cat-like in a sunbeam, and watching PBS documentaries. I only pried myself up to drive up north with J. to see a visiting dear friend, and yesterday to go get some much needed Indian food. Then it was straight back to the sofa because I was worn out. I should have cooked, cleaned, or done laundry, but I didn’t.
There is something about this time of year that makes me tired, not to say exhausted. I feel sluggish and snappish – though, thank heaven, not depressed. To boil it down, I feel like I need to hibernate and a nefarious someone or something is stopping me. Jerk.