I'm tired. Utterly mind-and-body-drained, curl-up-under-the-doona-wake-me-when-it's-February tired. Normally I'd get through a day like today with a can of V and a big cup of coffee but I'm avoiding caffeine as its been exacerbating some symptoms that I think are side effects of the corticosteroids, so I'm on my own.
It might help to explain my mindset if I tell you that I was inordinately happy to find that variety pack of cereal boxes in my desk drawer must have had TWO boxes of coco pops so there was one left for me in addition to the one I'd taken home for The Boy last week.
Sugar just may be my saviour.