I don’t think I’ve been this tired – good tired – in a long time. When I lived in England, they had a word to describe the feeling: knackered. As in, “I am positively knackered.” Rumor had it the word truly meant “sexually exhausted,” but it was used to cover all shades of drained.
Before I pass out, I owe you a link to the poem of the week and a reminder to read John’s Sunday column here.
Have an excellent weekend. And if it’s as hot there as it is here, try not to melt.