That’s certainly one of the top five super powers I could use right about…now.

There’s far too much on my plate, and I can’t finish it before the next mill is served.

Let me see a show of hands2…how many of you guys has this happened to? Yes, as I expected, everyone.

Havin’ little energy sorta amplifies this effect. Okay, no sorta to it, it does and,

to a very high degree. One that I can’t shake off or ignore, and it never…stops.

Weariness is my normal state of well (or a nearly empty well) being.

Physically, psychically, mentally.

Thankfully, not spiritually. :^)

This ordeal for Oscar has been hard on him. He is the equivalent age of a 63 year old man afterall. And for us, it’s like having a newborn baby again, and he requires a lot of time and energy.

His recovery has been slow, and there have been setbacks. He hasn’t eaten much, and when he does, it doesn’t always stay down, and the same holds true to his water intake.

He also hasn’t tolerated his medications well. However, he does seem a bit stronger, but he doesn’t have much weight to spare, having lost 3 of his 14 pounds, so we are doin’ everything possible to get him to eat enough to at least maintain his weight.

Naturally, that isn’t the only task we have, and there are a considerable extra jobs to do this month in addition to the “usual” jobs. Many of which are of the unexpected variety. Mostly the bureaucRATic kind, if you catch my drift.

Yeah, okay, so go ahead and give me yer best shot you lily-livered, bloodsucking fleas of a wretched cur!

The bureaucRATs, not you guys. Just thought I should throw that in there in case you happen to be a rare reader of OCAS, or perhaps you accidently stumbled upon this den of Raccoonery and you ain’t got the cut of my jib yet.

Hey, it’s possible.

Not likely, but possible.

Sooo…enough with fermentin’ more whine. I wanted y’all to know what the deal is, and to assauge my guilt for not writin’ much, or readin’ for that matter (unsuccessfully I might add).

If anyone happens to know which chemicals I need to be around when lightning strikes…you know, so I can turn into the Flash or somethin’ (Ballistic Ben?).

I dunno, I’m not too good at superhero names. I would appreciate any tips from you guys…just in case. :^)