I cannot believe how tired I just got in the last half an hour. I finished up the ushering gig, headed towards the grocery store to get stuff to make The Mix With the Cereal and Pretzels and That Stinky Sauce No One Can Pronounce, and on the way home I was overcome with weariness. It's like a wave of fatigue just hit me. I think I'll go lay down with The Cat That's Already Sleeping and Can't Hear As Well Anymore So Doesn't Know I'm Home Yet. It used to be that the cat would always be right at the door waiting for me, now most of the time it takes about five minutes of me putting things away, walking around, etc.. for her to know I'm home. A couple of weeks ago I'd been home for a bit and still hadn't heard her, so walked upstairs and into the bedroom. Still no sound from her. I touched the bed and she popped up like she'd been shocked. And boy did she let me have an earful.
So. Off to find a cozy spot for a bit. Then I'm making baked ziti again and some of that mix (oops--there's the kitty now!) and wrapping presents while I watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.