A definite ♞ day, for some reason or none.
Five minutes in the garden, five minutes attending to a load of washing, and a bit of time here,
For the rest, horizontal was calling, loudly.
And nothing of excess in yesterday's activity, using "excess" in it's purely CFS sense of :
"anything over the miserly ration which experience has shown is usually sustainable without marked reaction."
Either an odd kick, or the limo bar has been lowered again. We shall see.
"Which way I stagger is exhaustion, myself am exhausted;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threatening to engulf me opens wide,
To which the fatigue I suffer seems energetic."
With extreme apologies to John Milton.