I've made the executive decision that I'm not going to work tomorrow. Well, if there's anything specific spouse needs of me, I can manage to help, but I think I want to rest before Saturday morning. That fayre starts at 10am, which means being there for 9am-ish, and stars that's beyond early, likely to be in bed even on weekdays for me. But also, taking tomorrow off means I can squish in an extra hairwash then, which feels more 'right' than doing it today.

But also just, I continue to be weak levels of exhausted. It's so rude. I mean, let's be honest, this is me *still* paying for overdoing it the other week. Because that's chronic fatigue, yo. I mean, I still know I have it better than other sufferers. I can get by staying upright in my back friendly chair, and not leaving my desk environs often. Said environs are enriched with things that bring me pleasure. I mean, I guess if I could have -a- wish to make things better is that it took me less than an hour to get out of bed. ><

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