I've never before identified as much with Madeline Kahn's character in Blazing Saddles than I do now. Like her, I'm tired. Somewhat like her, I came by the tiredness in a social fashion. When you read this, I will have gotten the rest I badly need, but know that when I wrote it, I could barely muster the energy to sit up straight and type. I lack the energy to flesh out any idea I have on the shelf, and so resort now to relating the only thing I can: the visceral fatigue.
I have been advised that when one hits that wall, it is best to power through in rather than succumb to a nap. Ordinarily, I would do the latter, but presently have not got the time. We shall see, by necessity, how efficacious my friend's counsel is. If I should make it, you will know when my next post goes out.
I have been advised that when one hits that wall, it is best to power through in rather than succumb to a nap. Ordinarily, I would do the latter, but presently have not got the time. We shall see, by necessity, how efficacious my friend's counsel is. If I should make it, you will know when my next post goes out.
