You know your tired when.
When you don't have the energy to list all the myriad of tiring things your not doing. But also when you are sitting, like I am right now, looking at blankly my computer screen thinking how chapped my lips are. Thinking I should work on the confounded website. Thinking my lips are chapped. Maybe I should write something interesting on this blog for once, I think. My lips are chapped. Wasn't I about to make dinner? My lips are chapped.
H says "Can we watch another show, since you haven't started dinner yet?"
Right. I said they could watch one show. "Fine, one more" I say.
My lips are chapped.
And I'm tired.