Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Woke up, nibbled, answered phone call from someone looking for Ruth (she'd left messages for people in Peoria and gave my cell phone number, and they're finally getting back to her now when I and my phone are not with her -- these are folks she really needed to hear from before she left Peoria), crashed again, yelled at someone visiting a neighbour to turn down the stereo in his parked car that was shaking the windows on the back of my house (he was parked in front) with all of my windows closed, woke, checked email, realized I'm still wiped out physically and mentally, nibbled more, noticed my appetite is wonky, talked to the friend who's selling the house I'm living in (he hadn't gotten my email saying I was back in town, so he came over to check the house, bring in the mail, etc. for me), made a cup of decaf, thought about stuff I need to do and realized I don't have the attention span for the thinking stuff or the strength or flexibility for the notthinking stuff, talked to the sheepie on the phone, posted a trip summary to the Pentax mailing list (I'm starting to forget what order things happened in), and am basically waiting to fall asleep again. Must do laundry tomorrow. Much cat-hair and dog-hair to deal with. My eyes hurt. My arms hurt. My neck hurts. My head hurts. My knees hurt. My feet hurt. My shoulders hurt. My arms hurt. The metacarpals (okay the muscles along them) in my right hand hurt a lot. Whole mess of half-formed thoughts about various topics in my brain that aren't settling down into paragraphs yet. So tired. Crashing again soon. Wondering how much sleep it'll take to feel capable of dealing with the world again. Hope I make it to rehearsal tomorrow -- uh, "today", since it's after midnight -- ( 3LF), but there's a strong chance I won't be up to it; absolutely must make it to rehearsal Wednesday (HCB) 'cause we've got a gig on Sunday. Boss sent email saying to call him when I've recovered. Hope he's a) not too ticked at my having gotten so little done, and b) not going to go all I-told-you-so on me about this. (It really wasn't supposed to be so demanding according to the plan. Unfortunately, things went sideways.) Did manage to stare dumbly at the screen long enough to catch up on web comics I got behind on while I was out of town. Probably should have waited until my brain was working well enough to really appreciate them though.

Okay, eyes are closing now. Let's see if I can get to the kitchen for something to drink and then to the bedroom before they close all the way. (Not like I can't find my way anyhow...)