I stared at my computer screen and thought for at least ten minutes about something that I could tell you today that was either witty or depressing or heartwarming or at least something that wasn't about cleaning or running or my sleep cycle.
Alas, I failed.
I am tired.
I'm not returning phone calls because I can barely put one word in front of the next in a coherent way. (And still I find the strength to write the word coherent.)
I'm working but I'm so tired (and cold! Do they still have the AC running in this place?!) I'm mainly reading and organizing mindless details.
I'm here but I'm really not.