So. Very. Tired.

Went to bed at 12:15 and woke up at 4:21. Despite the elegant decreasing design of the time, that is so NOT a normal waking time. So I did what I normally do, which is read. I didn't have my usual entrée for brekkie. Instead I had two portions of cream of squash soup into which I added dollops of basil paste. What a delightful taste sensation!

As I was feeling too groggy to accept my meals, S. did it for me. And, then, I was facing a two-hour Conference Call of my blind group. Luckily, we wrapped things up before 75 minutes. Yay for efficiency! Monitored the group's emails and sent out charming responses (now, that's professionalism).

Was too out of it to concentrate on watching TV. I sorta, kinda got through last night's winter opener of Murdoch Mysteries. I'll have to watch it again when I'm lucid again. Sigh. Fading now....