And no, that isn't what I ride to work when I'm too tired to drive. The roommate does the driving in the household, all the more so now that her usual complaints that I drive like a maniac have been amply justified by the events of Christmas. No, that's what I'm feeling rather like I've been run over by, this last week or two. Or three.
Caffeine is usually my friend through these times, but I've run up a large enough sleep debt that it's no longer helping much. Add antihistamines to combat my seasonal sniffles... the result is a sadly dazed and confused author-creature, barely able to focus her attention on her actual paycheck-bringing work, to say nothing of writing.
Why am I not sleeping? I don't know. Could be changes in the weather, could be aftereffects from the accident, could be the next step in my usual difficulty in falling asleep. I don't snore, so it's probably not sleep apnea, which is good because I have seen a CPAP and if I had to wear one of those, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't sleep at all.
There's a long weekend coming up, so I'm hoping to catch up on some rest at that point. If I don't... well, lack of sleep means lack of energy. Lack of energy means inability to keep up with what I should be doing. Inability to keep up means worry and frustration, and worry and frustration mean... you guessed it, lack of sleep!
So, since there is no writing news to report, I shall sign off for the day. I am very sorry that I don't have anything fun to tell you, but if I could snap my fingers and make my life work better, I would. (Either half of that statement. I cannot snap my fingers.) Thanks for continuing to read. More on Saturday if there's anything to say.