Tired

I had almost forgotten about this blog. No, not true, it's nagged at me throughout my silence of the last 25 days, but I just didn't realize it had been that long.

I haven't been posting because I've been too tired to write a huge summing-up, and we keep doing all these ACTIVITIES, so the huge summing-up has needed to be huger and huger. So tonight I will dispense with the huge summing-up by not doing it. Just a quick post to say I'm still here.

I started teaching again a few days after the boos went back to school. It's been good, but I'm so ungodly tired all the time. Much much more tired than I was last fall, even though last fall was unbelievably tiring because it was the first time I'd taught the course. This year is much easier in that I know what I'm doing, but I'm so much more tired. I'm physically weak. On MWF, my teaching days, I drag myself across campus from class to class. By the end of the day I'm feeling like I can't take another step. What ever happened to that bit of wisdom about how exercise makes you feel energetic? On MWF I feel as though I walk all day long, and at the end of the day I'm a zombie. Maybe exercise only has that effect if you are not carrying a heavy backpack.

I've thought about making a doctor appointment, but chances are excellent that there's nothing actually wrong with me. Just age and weight. On that score, I'm trying another weight-loss drug, called Contrave -- since there's nothing I can do about my age. So far (it's been three days) it's just making me more tired and nauseated. I'm still hungry, though. And haven't lost any weight. But then again, it's only been three days. Too soon to tell.

We've been dealing with various stuff with the boos, too complicated for me to write down now. Suffice it to say that Kid B now goes to two kinds of therapy and we're trying to decide whether Kid A needs more therapy or a tutor. Or both.

And I have been spending a lot of emotional energy on the Valley Fire in northern California, because my cousin's house was almost burned down in it. Luckily it was just almost, not actually -- the fire went south, not north -- but so many other people's houses are burning down. Their friends and neighbors, etc.  It is a truly devastating fire.

I think that's all I can write tonight. I'm so tired. But I will leave you with a picture of a bighorn sheep that we saw on Mount Evans a week ago. The horns are not very big, but I assure you, it is a sheep. Not a mountain goat. Mountain goats have long white hair. OK, twist my arm, here are some mountain goats (seen on the same trip).

Goats and sheep, what could be better? Time for bed, before I show you a butterfly.