It probably seems like I've abandoned my blog.
I guess I have.
Nothing blog-worthy thus the neglect.
Most of the time, it seems like I am running out of time.
To accomplish daily chores which need full attention.
It's not like my life is any different than what it was a week ago.
I just turned a year older but it seems I get tired more easily.
Probably signs of old age creeping in.
I always say I may not look my age (44) but I certainly feel it.
For instance, I got J.K. Rowling's The Casual Vacancy as a birthday gift.
I've never read the Harry Potter books so I'm not familiar with her style of writing.
After a long day of chores, I settle into bed and try to read before sleeping.
One night, I was holding the book up to get a better light on the pages.
I dozed off and boink the hard bound book fell on my forehead.
I was briefly awaken then promptly fell back into a deep slumber.
Next day I had a 'bukol' on my forehead.
A slightly red bump which D never fails to point at then laughs to his heart's content.
Last night I only made through a couple of paragraphs before I dozed off.
I gasp in horror as I realize I am only 44 years old to feel such exhaustion.
I can only imagine how my parents in their 70s feel.
But mind you, those two have more energy combined than I have in my weak knees.
So there! I've explained myself.
Now onward to preparing lunch and everything it involves.