If you listen closely, you can hear me snoring

I felt absolutely worn out today.
Sorta like a piece of road kill must feel after it's been run over by a semi for the 100th time.
(Hopefully it's not the same semi running over it, backing up over and over again; that would just be cruel).

Not sure if I'm coming down with something or fighting something off, or if my poor 40 year old body has just decided that life is not worth living now that Wendy's no longer has Mandarin Chicken Salads.

I expect I will sleep really well tonight, and hopefully it will give my brain a chance to fix things up a little.
(Think "spring cleaning"... except it's in the fall, and it's my innards, and I'm not using any harsh chemicals, and ... ok, on second thought, forget the spring cleaning metaphor.)

Have you ever seen cooking shows where the chef is demonstrating how to pound a piece of boneless chicken until it's so flat you can read braille through it? There's this ugly medieval-looking hammer, and they just go WHAM WHAM WHACK SMACK WHAM! Over and over and over again.
That's me.
Maybe if they pound me thin enough, I can lose a few more pounds.
That would almost make it worth it.

Anyway, I'm going to bed now.
Wish me sweet dreams.

Have a lovely day yourself.