All of 5 p.m. and the Humann is falling over face-forward into what passes for its dinner dish.
Which ain’t much, I’ll tellya.
Dunno what the matter is. But I can NOT hold my eyes open. If you’d asked, I’d’ve said I slept well last night. Stayed down til at least 7 a.m.
Loafed all day.
No reason to feel so tired I can barely breathe. But there it is.
Still light outdoors (as in broad freakin’ daylight) and I’m fighting to stay awake.
Nothing much has happened to wear one out. We walked around the park this afternoon: hardly an occasion for much exertion. Came home. Loafed. Loafed some more.
Now: dead exhausted.
WHY?
While visiting the park, we also cruised the Olde Neighborhood in downtown Palmcroft.
Gosh, I do miss that beautiful old place. But not so much as to be willing to shell out an extra couple hundred grand to live there. It’s beautiful, yes. But it ain’t THAT beautiful!
All of which is neither here nor there.
HERE, we have so damn exhausted I can barely gaze across the room!
Why?????
No clue.
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Along about 5 p.m. now, the human and the dawg are ensconced on the bed. It’ll take little intention and no effort for the human to conker out. Forthwith.
This, of course, will mean the human and her sidekick will wake up along about 11 p.m. … and be up for the Duration. Ugh!
For the nonce, though: amazingly, insanely tired.