God, I'm tired. Not the usual eye-rubbing, carp-mouthed yawn-fest kind...it's deeper than that. My week began with the usual: (a) work on cake art for the bakery, (b) try to be a good father and hubbie with whatever energy I had left to muster, (c) marvel at how quick the week dematerialized—and at how gray my hair has turned in little under a year.
About mid-week, my little girl came down with a nasty bug (puking projectile barf, a fever of 101*F). For the past couple nights, she has kept me awake and worried. I was one cranky fuck to be around today...zero patience. So here I sit, praying for my little one to recover soon, hoping go get a restful sleep tonight.
That's about it...a real yawner of a blog entry to be sure.
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