no excuse

Man, oh, man. There's no reason at all for me to be as exhausted as I am. I got enough sleep last night (well, according to the clock, anyway. If I'm this tired maybe it wasn't really enough somehow.) And my legs feel like they've been beaten with a stick, they hurt so bad. I shelved some books this morning, and I swear they were all on the bottom shelf, but geez. It wasn't that many.

( library )

Miranda has a new favorite toy-- a grape. It might be the one she hoooked with a claw and pulled out of the garbage can, or one she batted off my plate, or the one she got a couple of days ago and managed to hide in a corner, but her supply of grapes is getting scary. I have this awful dread that I'll get up in the night and step on one in the dark and freak out because it'd be all cold and wet and slimy. Ewww. And besides the visceral pleasure that would cause me, it would also stain whatever rug it happenedn to be on, because they are red grapes. I know this because I stepped on one, though not in my bare feet.

Well, there may be more news that's fit to print, but I can't think of it right now.