2002-12-18 - 8:15 p.m.
I�M TIRED
Earlier today, while I was driving to work, I had all sorts of ideas about what I could write. By the time I had lunch, I had forgotten those ideas but that was okay. I had new ones. I mused as I ran multiple errands on my lunch hour. I forgot those ideas after I finished work but I thought of a few more as I drove home. Somehow, all the chaffeuring of children and cookie baking as chased them right out of my head.
All I know as I sit in front of this computer is that I�m bone-weary tired. I�m so tired that I am thinking about not watching �West Wing.� I�m so tired that I am thinking of going to bed before 9:00. I�m so tired I�m rambling.
Someday, I�ll learn to carry a little notebook around as Mr. Philately does. When thoughts that matter strike him, he jots them down. He writes terrific lines for his briefs early in the morning or late at night when the briefs are at the office and he is at home but it doesn�t matter. His trusty notebook will preserve the thought. I count on my memory but now that I have junked up my brain with way too many scheduling details my memory is faulty.
But the lack of a notebook doesn�t explain the tiredness. I got my usual amount of sleep last night. It wasn�t a particularly difficult day. I�m not sick, other than the usual chronic health problems. But I�m so tired I can�t even remember what I forgot.
So, if I�m tired, why should you, my few loyal readers suffer? Because that�s the way life is. And I�m tired of it.
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Too Good
Retreating in Time
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