Little Bill

That exhaustion I mentioned? It’s fully set in. Still, it’s a good kind. Sometimes my life would fall into the kind of rut where it’s a sort of wasted lethargy. Or maybe wasted away. You know, when it’s your get up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, putter around, go to bed routine. Nothing new happens and you’re tired of the life you’ve got. No alarms and no surprises.

Instead I’ve got that sigh-of-contentment, everything’s-done kind of exhaustion. The kind that makes you want to collapse into bed and sleep as the vampires do. I think right now, on the beginning of this new month, I’m particularly excited that I’ve uprooted and found new soil in which to plant myself for the next month. One without a lifeforce-sucking roommate-child, at that! Plus, I just like my new digs. Even my cats are getting along nicely — and that’s no small feat!

I think I’m ready for a new chapter. This is gonna be a good year.

First, I’m gonna get me some shut-eye.