I’ve been just struck DOWN by spectacular fatigue in the middle of the day every day FOR days. Can’t focus. Brain-fog. TIRED. Not sure if I should be worried about it. It sucks because I’m kind of honest with my doctor.
“I’m really tired. But I also don’t sleep. Also I’m 46. Is there something wrong with me? That’s NOT self-inflicted?”
Because I could easily see the answer being “get more sleep, eat better, exercise more”.
That’s legit Dr. Ngaobo. That’s legit.
It’s hot. The cicada screaming is amazing. But it’s a LOT. And I’m tired. I’ll still miss them when they go.
Oh – and there was a fucking BIRD in the bathroom this morning. Like. I took a shower. I stepped out of the bathroom. Then I stepped back INTO the bathroom and a fucking BIRD flew at my face. Like a damned magic trick. I have very few theories as to where this bird came from. We chased it around the house and Kristen managed to get it out the front door. But holy Hell. How’d a fucking BIRD get in the bathroom?
Madness. Madness says I.
I think it’s actually the cicadas. T and I have both had the midday exhaustion to the point of sudden napping this week.