Monday, May 11, 2015


Dear John,
I'm tired. Really, really tired. Fibromite tired.
Today was a fairly typical Monday - very busy in the morning and very slow in the afternoon. I'm not particularly tired from that - it's more the mowing yesterday. And there's a front coming through. The storms have passed and the tornado watch was cancelled, and the temperature is 15 degrees cooler than it was when I woke up this morning. I'm looking out the window and am amazed to see how fast the clouds are moving. And the garbage can I put out for collection tomorrow morning has blown over, but that isn't unusual on this street.
So we're all going to bed now. I'd love to stay and talk to you, but I am too tired for a coherent conversation. I may be too tired for any conversation at all. You can, however, come and rub my feet if you'd like!
Sleepily yours,

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