Frost!

Drew was all excited. Snow was in the forecast for late Sunday evening. He was rather disappointed that it had not appeared before he went to bed at 11. I myself was tired and hit the sheets at 9:30. I slept well and woke at 6am, but wasn't exactly hopping out of bed with glee.

Fortunately, Drew decided that this was a get-up-early day and I didn't have to call him repeatedly. We hustle to get things ready and get out the door on time - except that I hadn't counted on needing to clear the frost from the windows! In fact, it may well have snowed last night just a dusting. The windows and wipers were frozen in position and not budging.

Drew scraped the frost from the windows while I tried to heat the car enough to clear the fog off and free the wiper blades. You would think with all that bracing cold air I would be wide eyed and full of energy. Not so. In fact, after I deliver the kids to school, I pull over in a Starbuck's parking lot and rest. This is not good.

I manage to summon enough strength to drive home, grateful that my shaking knees still manage to navigate the front steps. I trudge into the apartment and begin shedding as I head for my bedroom. Purse on the table, keys on the shelf, coat on the floor where it fell off, shoes in the hallway, letting each thing fall wherever it landed, finally making it to the bed where I collapse in a heap, pull the blankets up to my neck and sigh.

Not a problem to get back to sleep. I am more worried that I will not wake up! The kitchen is a mess from Drew's after-Mom-goes-to-bed foraging. I know I need to pick up and clean. I have to make a lunch and dinner because this is my late night. I wanted to take a jacket to the tailors to have the sleeves shortened. That will have to wait.

Right now, I rest. This is ridiculous, but it is what it must be. Why am I *so* tired? I am not anemic. My chemo exhaustion times don't usually last this long, especially lately. I get a day maybe of feeling a bit tired, but this is bone-weary-can't-even-think-about-moving tiredness.

Never mind. I will just lay still and pray. I fall in and out of sleep. After an hour and a half, the phone rings and jolts me awake. I seem to be able to get up and clean the kitchen, then sit in a chair and rest a bit more before I have to go out the door. Wow!

Sure hope this passes soon. Not that I feel pressure here (one of the reasons I like my job so much). Things are easy going, and I need that right now. But pah-leeze! There may be frost on the windows and fire in the carburetor, but the wheels just don't move.