I think I got west nile at Abe Lincoln's house
I've always been a bit mentally ho-hum after getting back from vacation, but I've never been so physically tired that I can barely drag myself around. After work last night, I crashed on the couch until nearly 7, when I was almost sick from hunger. After dinner, I could barely make it through the Friday night Python before crashing again. I slept until nearly 10 this morning, when I got up for a cup of tea, then read and slept again until nearly noon.
I've managed to cram a shower, laundry, and garbage detail into the past 60 minutes of wakefulness, but I'm sure I'll probably fade out again. I have wedding shopping to do, and car repairs to inquire after, but those plans are shelved until I can stake awake for two hours back to back.
And I'm dreadfully behind in my vacation recaps! At least I can provide a picture of the house in question:
I'm sure that's an historically accurate orange safety cone.
From this angle, the house does look like something that'd give you an ancient sleeping disease:
The inside's much friendlier. Lincoln's actual writing desk. Ooo!
I've managed to cram a shower, laundry, and garbage detail into the past 60 minutes of wakefulness, but I'm sure I'll probably fade out again. I have wedding shopping to do, and car repairs to inquire after, but those plans are shelved until I can stake awake for two hours back to back.
And I'm dreadfully behind in my vacation recaps! At least I can provide a picture of the house in question:
I'm sure that's an historically accurate orange safety cone.
From this angle, the house does look like something that'd give you an ancient sleeping disease:
The inside's much friendlier. Lincoln's actual writing desk. Ooo!