I know I’ve mentioned my poor sleep habits, but the truth of the matter is that I’ve been tired in general lately. Sure, I often go to sleep at midnight, or 1 a.m., but just as often I sleep until 9, and can hardly drag myself out of bed.

On Thursday, I called Dr. Ann, and told her what was going on. She ordered a blood test. I’m going to try to have it done tomorrow. (It’s time for Moon’s blood test, too. Just call us the thyroid twins.) Fatigue can be symptomatic of too much hormone as well as too little. Whatever the case may be, I just want to not have to think about it at all.

Sometimes I worry about overreacting, but today convinced me I’m on the right track. I went to bed at midnight, and got up at around 8. Right away I thought ahead to my next napping opportunity. We were headed to the in-laws’ to celebrate the various August birthdays in the family, which means an hour in the car. I totally “rested my eyes.” Later, after taking a walk, having lunch and doing the birthday stuff (cake, singing, presents), I sat down to watch some of the Olympics… and fell fast asleep. Pathetic. I hate being a slug, especially on a beautiful day like today.

I did help Niece #2 pick flowers, though, and we met the neighbor’s dog.