Fried

I'm fried.  Done for.  Ka-poot.

My brain is mush, and my lower back is starting to freeze up.  And I haven't eaten dinner yet.

Oh, yes, I pulled out some healthy soup (thanks, Ma!) for its second and final appearance.  I even heated it up.  But then, this massive Amazon order I've been working on called me away from it and now it's cold again, I'll bet.  (Sigh.)  And, now I'm too tired to eat.  And I still have to go out and stoke up the stove for the night.  And it's cold out.  Sadness and woe, complain, complain.

Okay, that's all I have the energy for.  I'd better throw on my coat and do final chores before I collapse.

What a pathetic post.  Ooooh, bad hot flash.  Breathe through it . . . .  (That means I'm REALLY tired.)  Off I go:  the cold will feel GOOD now!