Yawn.

I think that my body decided to tell me something this weekend: must sleep more. Yep. It's a simple message, and yet, I don't listen to it. As a result my Sunday looked like this: awoke around 10 (an acceptable hour, for the weekend), got out of bed, padded out to the living room in my jammies, had some "brunch," put some laundry in the washer, talked to a friend, watched some television, slept. Woke up. Fell back asleep. Woke up. Was confused for a minute, put the laundry in the dryer, slept. And yet, I can't figure out why I'm still tired. Go figure. :-) Maybe I should slow down a little bit. I'll pencil that in to my schedule... August is looking like a promising time to get that in... maybe. :-)