Brutal.

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I had an appointment today.  Couldn't sleep well last night.  Not out of worry, for causes unknown.  So, when it was time to wake, I had to struggle.  I made it up, through a shower, dressed, and to town in time.  Just, on all accounts.

Mother asked for something.  Plus I wanted some things from the store.  She called and texted about getting milk, so I got that.  Was so terribly, horribly, tired on the drive home.  I did get our lists, to home, everything in, then on to bed.

So tired sleep hasn't arrived.  I thought, perhaps, blogging might relax me, shift something, burden something correctly.  Nope.  So absolutely exhausted, if with no chance to sleep quite yet. 

Later, or good night.  I am desperately hoping for the latter.