I feel like I could sleep for a year. Just crawl into bed, pull the covers up over my head and catch a record number of z's. Sunday night was a total write-off as far as sleep goes and it was a struggle for me to get out of bed the next morning. Last night I slept like a log, but again this morning I could barely drag my self into a vertical position when the alarm went off. I almost didn't. I told myself I was ahead of schedule with my revisions, I had a four-day weekend coming up and could get lots done then. Just take the morning off, catch another two hours of sleep...yawn...do it...the seductively evil voice in my head whispered.
I was thisclose to giving in, but then my legs swung over the edge of the bed of their own volition, some strange muscle memory taking over and propelling me out of my cozy bedroom and down the stairs to feed and water the dog. I think I may have groaned the whole way, my eyes still closed.
I'm not sure why I'm so tired of late. Maybe I just need a restful vacation. The week I took off this summer was spent in Reno, and as anyone at the conference can attest, that was pretty much go go go the full five days I was there. The Nothing weekend helped a little, but it wasn't nearly long enough. Now I have four blissful days stretching out before me. No ball games scheduled, nothing but a trip down to my parents camp Saturday night where I plan to catch up on my reading. I saw my salvation in the extra long weekend until somewhere between making the coffee and pouring my cereal into the bowl it struck me...
I have 2 cords of split wood being delivered this weekend that needs to be stacked into the shed. Groan... My back and shoulders ache just thinking about lugging countless trips with the wheelbarrow back and forth...back and forth...long, relentless days of nothing but load, wheel, unload, stack, repeat. I bang my head against the counter nearly upsetting my bowl of Vector cereal.
Where's a manservant when you need one?