It’s a good thing I didn’t have anything major on the agenda today, because I never really got started. It was one of those days when it was all I could do to keep awake. Working was way beyond the scope. I did what I had to do (barely), but that’s about all.

Two separate times today I found myself falling asleep in my chair. Drifting off into a real nap would have been the best thing I could have done for myself. I even considered stretching out on my bed, with my pillow and my blankie. That wouldn’t have worked, though, because every time I reached the point where I began to relax, the phone rang.

I’m dreading tomorrow, not so much because of how little I got done today, but because it will be the Boss’s first day in the office all week. He didn’t tell me he was going on the road, and when I did finally hear from him he didn’t tell me he’d be gone this long. I’m sure he’ll expect to get a week’s worth of work done in the next two days (assuming he’s planning on sticking around that long).

The only reason I’m babbling about how tired I am is that I’m too tired to collect my thoughts and babble about something more important. I have things I need to do, not the least of which is to go through the voter guide and study all those propositions on the California ballot. I have my absentee ballot, so I can vote as soon as I know what I’m doing. Today wouldn’t have been a good day to try to figure that out, though.

I also need to get my house straightened out a bit. I’m getting a new refrigerator when Mom moves this weekend. It’s her old one, so it’s not really new, but there will be one in her new place. I get the benefit of the spillover, probably because I’ve been whining the longest about how inadequate my own fridge is. But I have to make room for my old one, which I’ve been hoping to put in the bathroom if it’ll fit through the doorway. And I have to make room for the other things of hers that I’ll be storing here. I haven’t done any of that yet, and today wasn’t the day for it.

Tomorrow won’t be the day for it, either, but I’ve run out of time and run out of days to put it off. That’s the only thing that gets me going when my energy is at a low ebb like this — the little bit of zip I get when I’m flat up against a deadline. I’ve said it before, and I’ll repeat it now. Without deadlines, I’d never get anything done.