I got very little sleep last night.  Everything hurt– muscles, joints– head to toe.

I was exhausted and depleted all day.  I still haven’t migrated my data over, but I did wake up sufficiently in the afternoon to disconnect the external hard drives, so all I have to do is bring the machine down, hitch the two machines together, and go with it.  All I need is the strength to get the machines together, and tomorrow, my sweetie (who was at the beach today) will be around more to help.

I don’t think I mentioned yesterday that my sweetie left his tote bag (the only one we were carrying) in the cab.  He’s submitted a report to the TLC, and I hope he can retrieve it.  There wasn’t much in there, but I was enjoying The Time Traveler’s Wife, and now Clare’s story is as lot to me as Henry often is to her.

It bothers me to be so weak and tired, but I did really knock myself out yesterday, and perhaps if I get some sleep tonight I’ll do better tomorrow.  In any case, here I am.  One day at a time.  Happy Thanksgiving.