Can’t seem to come out of this fog. I feel like I could sleep an eternity but having slept so much yesterday and last night I really don’t want to miss out on daytime and all that it brings. Light, warmth, bird sings, doing small chores trying to write, draw and read. Anything to feel like I’m living. This tiredness is like a heavy blanket that covers me. I can’t shrug it off. All I want to do is bury myself in it. For now though I’ll just be. On my screen in porch with the birds and morning light.