Fitbit says I’m getting my hours of sleep in, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m tired. Thoroughly exhausted. Caffeine barely penetrates the mental fog. I drag myself through my workout — energy begets energy, Miss Barri would say — but it’s a drag.
It’s the turn of the weather. It’s the pollen. It’s this headache. It’s like…
It’s like I’m sad.
Whatever it is, still God is good. There’s work to be done. Trips to make. Friends to see. So much that’s a blessing.
This too will pass. It’s just that I’m so tired.