Here I am, earlier this evening, altogether too exhausted to blog. It is getting ridiculous, to be so damned exhausted all the time. I keep wondering, why?
Maybe its my shoulder - as improved and improving as it is, it still wakes me up periodically through each night - as do other minor ailments.
Maybe its because I need more Vitamin B-12.
Maybe its because of this blog, and Grahamn Kracker's blog.
Not that this blog is that exhausting. It isn't.
This blog is fun.
But, when I put it on top of everything else... when the end of the day comes and instead of flopping down with a book or maybe a DVD, I download pictures, edit pictures, process pictures, upload pictures, then deal with all the absurd, annoying, aggravating, time-wasting proclivities of Squarespace, it pushes me beyond the edge of rest.
But maybe not, I don't know.
Maybe the reckless way that I have lived my life all these years is taking a toll.
Maybe I just need to go sit on a beach in Mexico and watch pelicans dive for fish.
That's not going to happen anytime, soon.
Maybe instead I will go sit on a beach in Southern India, and see what kind of fishing birds are there, observe what kind of fish they eat.
Maybe that would help.
I could eat a banana, fresh off a tree, if a monkey didn't steal it from me.
On the way home from Anchorage with his dad, Kalib ate some Girl Scout cookies. Mint cookies, with chocolate coating.