Ouch. Quit it.

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.