I'm tired in that way that people are tired when they finally sit down after running around achieving for days and days. We've toted so much furniture in the last week that I'm tempted to burn the shed with the rest of our stuff in it...if only I didn't need the shed and the tools inside for the duck house I'm going to build. Later. When I'm less tired.
My brain is foggy, my arthritis is flaring, and I'm covered in bruises. Lucky thing I'm a saint; otherwise I'd call in at work..if we weren't down to rock-bottom minimum staffing. Unfortunately, we're so short of warm bodies that if anyone gets sick one of the day shifters (not to be confused with shape shifters) has to stay over and work a double shift in order to be compliant with FDA minimum staffing requirements.
So...I'll go. But what I'd really like to do is call in, stay in my jammies all day, read trashy mystery novels, and recharge my batteries.