Tired.

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Have you ever feel like you have been in a boxing match and didn't come out on top?  I'm thinking the third, perhaps fifth, bell should have been my cue.  But, no, I kept going back in.  I'll feed the girls in a bit, then take a nap.  I can't swear that will help but I don't see how it could hurt.  I don't think I have much of an option in any case.

It's a cold day.  And while not dark, technically, it is cloudy.  I have been doing a lot and there is more being added to the list seemingly on a daily basis.  Still, today is the perfect day to be a little tired.  It's an off day.  If I get nothing done, on average, I am still far ahead of my average schedule for the last 25 years, in that I slept a regular night, woke at a decent time and before the alarm, and my nap will be a real nap and not a dip into a second sleep cycle.  Heck, that I am sure the nap will be just that means something significant.

Sometimes, lately, a nap has been enough to get me going later in the day.  I suppose I should eat something, but to be absolutely honest I just don't have any hunger.  Not being hungry isn't the only barrier, being too tired to tinker is the other part of it.  Hmm, I wonder if that oatmeal is still good.  That would be quick, cheap in the difficulty wallet, and good.  Then a nap, or a nap straightaway if it... looks... or smells... or seems... wrong.

Later.