etc.

I have been bone tired all week. Tired as in in bed at 7.30pm on Monday night. Tired as in that heavy-lidded feeling on my drive home from work at 3.45pm on Tuesday. Tired as in not even 190 channels or an encore presentation of The Cable Guy can keep me up at 8.45pm on Wednesday. Tired as in exhaustedly ecstatic when I see my co-worker walk in this morning with an electric kettle because it means I don’t have to walk to the coffee shop with dry teabag and travel mug in hand, I can lean over my desk and make a whole cup of tea with deft fingertips.

I have no valid explanation for this protracted state of languor, maybe it’s because I have been super productive at work, crossing stuff off my to-do list, vanquishing niggling tasks that have been haunting me for months. Or maybe it’s because if I’m not at work, or if I’m not driving, I have my nose buried in a book, I’ve devoured three already this week, it’s like I’ve been in a literary vacuum for months and all of a sudden anything remotely interesting on the printed page has my rapt attention, and my brain is just tired, so tired, after being in a state complete dormancy. Thanks, Harry Potter.