There's a lot to be said for conditioning, I guess....

My butt is dragging.


There. I said it.


I know I am care-giving and juggling 59 things on my plate at one time, but this morning I am thinking about the last time I felt good, a.k.a., not tired.Funny how tired becomes a way of life. I successfully throw iced coffee down my throat to get my morning started, especially when I am in the office. The sad part here is why? If I dropped ten pounds, would it make me less tired? Maybe. When I was down 40 pounds, I still was tired, albeit not THIS tired. Then again, that was before my Mom got sick.


 Someday, I know there will be less things on my plate, literally and physically.


Until then, put the Keurig on and pass me some coffee.