A wee bit tired

It's amazing to me how young I feel mentally, and how old I feel physically.

There was a time where I could run for days or weeks on about four hours sleep a night and keep on truckin'.

Not so much anymore.  I woke up early the other day, went to work, and got home at the usual time.  When I woke up,  the truck was in the driveway crooked with one tire on the lawn.  If I didn't know better, I would have thought I'd driven home drunk.  I guess I was that tired.  I still am.

I had an appointment on Friday and I slept in.  When I got there, I was still somewhat out of it.  And on top of it, there was overtime so I went to work last night.  The men of the church were meeting today.  This man, however, was out at eight-thirty.

I don't like missing stuff, but it seems right now it's just the way things go.  It's just me around here and if I don't keep up on things here, with dogs and cats, the place can get out of hand quickly.

For a bachelor, I do OK, I think.  The house is clean.  The stove is actually clean-clean.  Tomorrow I clean the oven.  The last time I used the dishwasher, I just ran it to keep things working.  Hard water deposits will jam up my poor dishwasher.  There isn't a need to run it for dishes.  I cook for myself, but it's frequently just two pans and then a plate or two, a coffee cup and a glass or two.

My bathroom is clean as well.  No hair or toothpaste in the sink.  No need for "wash me" to be written in the grime on the bathtub.  There is no grime.  It took me a while to get used to doing for myself, but I'm getting better at it.

In fact, I have just enough time to go do my grocery shopping which is where I'm headed to next, and perhaps put something in the crock pot for dinner tonight...and the next night, and the next.

I still don't know how to cook for one.