Wiped Out

I did not speel well Feiday Night. Satruday Morning was the Strike Prep meeting. I worked with live data. it took me 4 hours to do what had been budgeted 2. My brain was mush. When it was over, I could barley walk.

I went home, and finished getting Emily's room ready, and finished most of my chores.

I then went to the Priesthood Session of general conference. I did not change clothes. I sat in the foyer, in the softer chairs. I could barely stay awake enough to listen. When I was over, I walked with a grimace on my face, my back hurt so much. I came hoem, and went to bed.

Today, I finished the cores (not quite) - still some laundry to do. I have mis-managed my time, and I will run out of certain food products ina few days. I thought I had bought enough, but I am not thinking clearly. I will have to go shopping after a 12 hour work day tomorrow as a result, if the strike happens.

I checked my phone messages today. My phone had been set on silent, and I forgot about it. There was an important message from my landlord. I forgot to pay my rent. I have the money. I just fogot to do it when I paid everything else.

I am a zombie today.