It's not even 10pm here and I'm wiped out. The question is, "Why?"
Today, I've talked to a few friends and relatives, I've played nursemaid to a sick child, as well as myself, I made dinner, thought about folding laundry and I've done a lot of sitting around.
I'm still adjusting to my reentry into circus life, and if we all felt better, it probably wouldn't be so difficult. Punkin is still fighting a fever, and it looks as though my day off on Monday will be spent tending to her, as well as doing all of the things (for both work and home) that I haven't done in the last week.
Today wasn't the day I wanted it to be. Lucky for me, I have a year to make up for it.