Low ebb

After 4 weeks of running full-tilt, my energy reserves are gone. I am so tired that I feel muddled and sick to my stomach. I bottomed at work around 3 o'clock and dragged through two more hours, and when I got home, I crawled into bed and slept for three hours. I set a timer to wake me up around 9pm, because I didn't want to wake up after my usual 6 hous sleep, at midnight, and be exhausted by mid-morning.

When I woke up, the candle at the altar across the room was still burning, illuminating the statue of buddha sitting on a lotus. Light from the streetlamp illuminated the canopy above my bed, catching in the fringe of crystals. I was warm snuggled under my down comforter, feeling a bit rested, feeling the rebound of my libido from Monday night's autoerotic escapade. I dreamed, but I do not know what about, and decided to make an entry in my blog.

It is cold (32F/0C) and windy out, with freezing rain scheduled for the morning. My hopes for a clear weekend are dashed again. Ah well. I'll do laundry and put together some packages to be mailed, call Grandfather, and take care of other things I hve neglected the past month.

My nephew is now 12. When asked what he wanted for his birthday that he did not get, he said "books". I told him I would send him a gift certificate, which I purchased last night. My other nephew, who was adopted out to a family in Salem, will be 16 or 17 soon. Oh how time does fly.

I would write more, but I should get some sleep.