I can't remember when I've ever been so tired.
Yesterday I simply crashed. Shuffling around the house like and old(er) woman. Pity that at this "young" age, my jet setting activities would lay me so low.
I tried to take advantage of a restful Sunday. Reading the newspaper. (Our "big city" newspaper felt so thin after getting the Chicago Tribune last Sunday). I found some books at the library Saturday. Sidenote: I recommend "1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die."
Deep breath and then we'll plunge into this week, where you can picture me with a machete marching through my appointments, hair flying. (Don't you know free-style cutting is IN, dahling?!)
Thank God my super husband did something to the house during the week and cut a wide, clean swath through it so it was a pleasure to relax this weekend.
Right now, I'm mainlining caffeine in an effort to propel myself forward.
Hang on! Here we go!