Last night I tossed and turned all night long. Despite my best efforts my sinuses are starting to swell, a leading indicator that I’m coming down with the cold that my little guy has been fighting all week. Add to this that my back, neck and shoulders are sore from Thursday’s sand pit run pushing Aral for nearly twelve miles and maybe you can understand that the words just are not coming today.
I think I need a nap. Followed by a massage. While I nap. An orange juice IV, a nap, a massage all at the same time. That’s all I need.
The end of UP SLOPE is coming, but it has been slow going this week. And right now about all I have the energy for is listening to a book and maybe playing some mindless game or other. I’ve turned off all the distractions. Really just trying to focus here, but I’m spending a lot of time simply staring at the screen.
Good grief this is suckzor. I think I’m going to find a place to crash for a bit and then, when I wake up (hopefully refreshed), sit back down and try to knock out a better mindmap of the conclusion. Discipline and dedication are no match to this fatigue. It’s there, somewhere in the fog of my tiredness, but obscured at the moment.