I’m so tired. I don’t know why. I’ve had plenty of sleep, but I’m just utterly exhausted. When I sit still, I get a sensation in my stomach like I’m falling and there’s a faint lassitude in my arms and legs.
Blah. Maybe Hobkin gave me his cold?
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Perhaps he’s been stealing your vital essence while you’re sleeping? Hmmm…
I’ve been meaning to call, but my schedule hasn’t allowed it. By the time I’m off work, everyone with a day job is tucked into bed. Grrr. FYI, I’ll be in Athens/Atlanta this coming weekend: seeing and friends about a thing or three, then meeting up with and her man–they drove down from Chicago for a work-related convention.
If you and Matthew have any open spaces on the weekend’s dance card, please e-mail me at your convenience. Thanks!
Email off and awaiting your pleasure in your intray. Hope to see you this weekend!
Thanks!
Our daytimers have a few blank spaces in common–I look forward to working out the details!
I’d blame it on Monday, but it sound like more.
Get well soon!
It’s Tuesday and I’m less drained today, so maybe it was just Monday . . .
Is good!
Seems to be something going around. I was pretty sick last night.
A computer virus, perhaps? 😉
Seriously, feel better soon.
“A computer virus, perhaps? 😉“
Snarf. Well your sense of humor is still intact, various and sundry physical woes aside. Hope you’re feeling better. I think I’ve poked my head out my Monday doldrums . . .
It takes an awful lot to kill my sense of humor.
I should know, considering how many people have desperately tried… 😉
I am indeed doing somewhat better. Thanks. 🙂