o/~ fall down, pass out... o/~

Betsey & co. stopped by this afternoon, since they were in town at the in-laws'. We walked over to the new house, to show off; most of the bedrooms have the main color in, and it looks pretty good. However, I am now utterly *splat*. I don't remember ever having that kind of energy when I was a pre-schooler. They run absolutely everywhere, and of course the favorite auntie is required to join in the proceedings. I should get back on the packing wagon, but I just want to sleep.

A propos, it seems that the aforementioned Not-MP3-Players weren't for us at all; they're supposed to be Xmas presents for the kids, but somewhere between Mom and Amazon they went to us instead of to Boston. So that's okay.

or...

it could be I'm not exhausted from chasing small children, it could be I'm exhausted because I'm fucking well getting sick again. Sore throat, woozy head, feel feverish but my temp is low, yes.

KILL