Why am I tired? My body isn’t.

Today all I did was browse the Internet, pop to the community allotment cabin and drink some tea (and chat), then go and help move the last of my dad’s paintings.

Somehow, that last bit took it out of me. I didn’t even do any heavy lifting.

My only guess is that it was the emotional component of finishing my departed dad’s flat (apartment for those across the pond) and drawing a line under that task.

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