Not that the fatigue is unexpected. We spent the weekend in Indian Wells celebrating my dad’s birthday. Any time there is travel plus a family gathering, the inevitable result is exhaustion. (It was a great time and I think my dad felt celebrated.) The plane last night was delayed so that we got home some fuzzy time between 11 and midnight, which is extremely past my bedtime.
I can’t fix planes that run late, but I am going to fix what I have control over. Which is: alcohol. I’m not a big drinker under normal circumstances, but with all the celebrating, I drank more than usual over the weekend and I think it messed with my sleep. I’m taking a break. No more gin and tonics. No wine with dinner. No cold bottle of beer. At least for a while, until I’ve rested up again.