The brain feels sludgy and a wee bit bloated today; far too much of the lifting of the heavy things yesterday and not enough sleep since the body was far too exhausted from the lifting of the heavy things.
The day job requires the brain to work at something at least approaching a functional level: code written through fog tends to be code that needs to be rewritten later. The night job (that would be the writing, by the way; the care and feeding of the children tends to be the evening and weekend job, and I surely don’t mean “job” in the pejorative sense here) also requires more than minimal brain activity. Not much of the writing happened this weekend, again owing to all of the lifting of the heavy things, so I’m both aching to get back to it and knowing that it’s going to be difficult to do any of it tonight, what with the bustficated brain and all.
On the plus side, though, I think I can get away without revisiting the lifting of the heavy things for several years now. Or lifting my own heavy things, anyway.
Yes, I know this post was largely pointless. No, I don’t particularly care.