I got up early, puttered around, met DH for our weekend breakfast. Walked around town to get in some steps. Got my hair done (color and trim). Picked up my mail, a chicken roti, and went home.

The roti was so good, I ate the whole thing, even though I was full about 2/3 of the way through. I do love roti. (This is a West Indian food, based on East Indian food - I think from Trinidad. Sort of a very thin tortilla type crust, except it has a layer of garbanzo meal inbetween two layers of crust. Curried potatoes and garbanzos. I had mine with boneless chicken. And some hot sauce. This is my absolute favorite West Indian food. YUM!)

DH wanted lunch, so we went out. I had iced coffee, and half a brownie. And suddenly, walking around the marina, I just felt overwhelmed. With tiredness. With food. Something. Just exhausted, and more full of food than I had felt in a long long time.

We headed home, I fell into bed, and dozed off and on through half the afternoon. I'm still full. I may have a little yogurt for dinner, I don't want much else.

And I could just go back to bed and sleep for the night. Sometimes my crazy hectic weeks catch up with me. I think that was today.