After 10 1/2 hours of sleep last night, I thought that I would bounce back from my weekend.
I did manage a not-so-brisk walk around the block. I deadheaded a handful of daffodils. I washed the dinner dishes. I finished reading a mystery. I petted the cats. I watched a dvd with my Sweetie.
But I am still exhausted. Is this part of getting older?
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