Kat Dancing

You know - as has been pointed out to me, in various situations - when my body wants something, it's really not all that subtle about communicating it to me. My body, in fact, appears to have the diplomatic tact of a two-by-four. So does the rest of me, mind you, but it's a little startling all the same.

Today, for example, my body wanted sleep. So I turned my alarm off - more or less in my sleep - showed up half an hour late for work, and essentially sleepwalked through milking... to the extent that I was frightening my family and nobody would let me run any machinery. I felt like my head would fall off if I moved it too quickly. Everything was very far away and dreamlike and took great effort for me to focus on. I made it through milking, went back to the house, and went back to bed, although with the general expectation that I would take a bit of a nap, nothing more; I don't sleep very well during the day. Then I woke up at 3 pm.

However, that seems to have more or less done in the cold, so no complaints.

I have officially done nothing more than exist this week. Next week: activity returns. Maybe.