Cooked, baked, fried.

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Call it what you will.  I am zapped.  Could be stress.  Might be a number of things.  It is unusual.  Even though I have been down, this is down and then some.  Double, triple, or more, down.  I can barely keep my eyes open, as it has been all morning, yesterday, and for a bit before that I think.  I may take a nap shortly with hope that it might help me.

I did print out a return label.  And I keep the shirts that need to be picked up in my mind.  Today or tomorrow, I am almost sure, I will get those tended.  Much else perhaps not.  A shower, first, mind you.  I am toasted.

Nap time.  Yeah.  Later.