*stretch*

I feel so lazy. This morning when I dragged myself out of bed, at 2PM, I could barely see or walk straight. I thought somehow physical activity would help wake me up, but I couldn't motivate to mount a bike so I vacuumed my room instead. It felt like it nearly killed me, but at least my room is somewhat cleaner. I fell back asleep and just got myself to wake up again now. Yes, lame, weird, lazy, I know.

My two cousins from Texas are visiting tomorrow. The prospect exhausts me even more, but I think it'll be fun.

In lucid moments today I have been reading this lovely book, The Road from Coorain. It's a memoir about a young woman (later president of Smith College) who grew up in the Australian bush, an experience I have never had any reason to learn more about, but it's fascinating--and heartbreaking. It seems to follow the tradition of Little House in the Big Woods, a series which I used to adore, but had somehow completely put from my mind before today.

I just hope I'm not growing ill or something. I feel really, unnervingly fatigued. At least it's Sunday, so all there is to do really is rest. <3