I’d planned a Day of Sloth for Saturday as part of my patience-regenerating regimen. So when I woke up Saturday morning I watched TV, read, wrote, and generally embarked on my mission to do as much of Nothing At All as possible. And things were going pretty well until one of my good friends got her heart broken right there in front of me.

In the afternoon I met a friend at the coffee shop so that she could write and I could read, only together rather than in our separate houses.

Back at home, things started falling apart….

First came the surprise nap that left me more tired when I woke up than I had been when I fell asleep. It felt like I’d been transported back to the dark days of early November when I’d lose days on end to mind-numbing fatigue. And I wasn’t hungry when I woke up, but I’m used to not being hungry when I get that tired, so I ate a little anyway.

Several hours later I learned just how bad an idea that had been, but we’ll skip lightly over that miserable portion of the night.

Which brings us to this morning. Most of the day was a miserable blur of naps, watching Hulu shows, and sipping water. At one point I called home and wound up crying at my mom and using histrionic phrases like “I feel like I’ll never be healthy again” and “I can’t do this any more.” Poor Mom. (The moral of the story? Don’t answer the phone if I call you today. Really. It won’t be pretty.)

But things seem to be improving. I’ve eaten a biscuit and drunk some lemon tea with honey. Making tea still takes just about every bit of energy that I have, but hey! I can drink tea! And by tomorrow, I have to be able to teach.

Surely this was rock bottom, right? It’s gotta be about time to start heading upwards. Stay tuned for posts about the strange and quirky things that happen around me and that I will soon have the capacity to notice again. I promise.