Just before lunch, fatigue ambushed me.
I wasn’t watching out when it hit without warning. Between the high tree pollen count of spring and my brother’s cold germs inhabiting our shared air space (the kitchen), I should not be surprised.
An hour-long nap did not dispel this weariness. My afternoon trip down the driveway to get the mail was a stroll rather than a power walk. I’m camped out on my memory foam bed, supported in a semi-upright position by my memory foam wedge pillows, with my new laptop perched on my lap. My goal is to laze around this afternoon in order to store energy for tonight’s flute choir practice. And, hopefully, ward off any enemy viruses.
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