Last night, I wonderd to myself, "Why am I so tired?" Then I got to thinking about it. Let's see:
- I'm working 40 hours a week.
- My supervisor is on vacation, so I get to manage the department in her stead.
- I'm coming home in the middle of that for about 24 hours a week so that I can watch the kids so that Deborah can go to work and go to class.
- I'm trying to finalize the deal on my motorcycle parts drawing.
- I'm painting my shed.
- I'm renovating my attic.
- I'm coordinating the construction of new lower cabinets for my kitchen, wrangling plumbers, and getting ready to do remove the old cabinets myself — and I need to keep them largely intact, as I've found someone who will haul it away for free so that he can use them as a workbench in his garage.
- I'm trying to finish collating 1,500 copies of my book. By hand.
- I'm transferring my domain name and business website to another server.
- Diagnose and fix an electric car, when I know astoundingly little about electrical circuits.
- Diagnose and fix a gas-powered car, when I know astoundingly little about carburetors.
Oh, and, most of it's fairly urgent.
The cracks are starting to show. Don't they make some sort of spackle for that?