Why is it that every once in a while we get so tired we drag around like we have lost our best friend?
I am having a spell of that malady.
I put on a new suit this morning with a cheerful sweater in teal and rose, slathered all the cosmetics on my face that my Mary Kay lady could talk me into buying - and all day everyone told me how tired I looked.
By the end of the day the idiom had become fulfilled. I was so tired I could barely drag myself into the house.
And to think that I had planned to have a wonderful day - filled with energetic activity.
It just didn't happen.