Bleah

I decided that I was going to try to post every day, that every day didn't require an essay, and that I would talk about whatever was in the noodle for the day.

Tonight I have a bad case of the bleahs.

I think my hip is protesting all the rain--at any rate, it hurt all day. That got my lower back agitated and then my knee joined the party. All the achiness spread, and now I feel like I've got flu-like symptoms and I just want to go to bed.

I never just want to go to bed. My sisters think it's a sign of dire times if I admit I took a nap. If I tell them I'm going to take a nap, they just nod and know I won't. I never have. As a small child, I once stooped to holding my eyes open, just so I wouldn't sleep. (Okay, maybe I did it more than once--the odds are pretty good that I did--but I only got bagged once. Which is why I know about it.)

I'm almost stupid with tiredness, but here I still am. Yapping. When I should be sleeping. Or at least getting ready for bed.

Which is exactly what I would have done when I was four. I used to say that men don't grow up, they just grow taller, but I sometimes suspect that's true of all of us...

And now I feel much less bleah and much more like myself. Life is good.