Thursday, November 5, 2009

Day Two-Hundred Ninety-Eight: Confession


I'm tired.

I can't come up with a way to put into words how weary I am this instant. (I've spent the last half hour trying, and I'm failing because I'm so freaking tired)

This cold is kicking my butt. I'm doing fairly well until I hit 10 p.m., and every night this week I've hit a wall after 10. I just can't do anything. Tonight, I couldn't even stand up straight.

Adding to the weariness is the knowledge that I know I'm letting people down who need me this week. I wish I could try harder. I wish I could do more.

But I am physically incapable of being everything I need to be right now.

And that feels worse than any lingering head cold.