Yesterday I was slightly exhausted. That sounds funny, I know; it's like being a tad enraged. But I didn't feel uniformly "tired", just totally drop-down "flat out like a lizard drinking" exhausted in some parts, and when I was washing my face in the morning I didn't recognize the person in the mirror.
I am exhausted by me. I am tired of worrying, sick of thinking, but misplaced the "head down, bum up, 'Lock Down'" me and can't seem to get back into the game. I had/have yesterday and today to weave, tomorrow to finish, and Saturday to label, tag, catalog and deliver, and I keep saying this out like a mantra. I miss the Work Dog me; she was so good last year. I need to hold my act together today.