Running Behind

Dang, I am completely wiped out. I guess it's leftover exhaustion from last weekend's trip (and excitement), but this whole week I have just been running about thirty minutes behind where I should be. In other words, I lack an abundance of energy. There's a general malaise in my demeanor.

(Biloba, Gibbons.)

So, until I have a chance to get some sleep this weekend, I am attacking the exhaustion with a 16-ounce cappucino. I expect I'll be peeling myself off the ceiling in an hour or so. I rarely drink coffee.