I expected a few people to un-friend me after the flurry of fuzzy-headed late-night posts. Instead it appears I have new people. I'm confused but not displeased. Hi, new people! Introduce yourselves, if you like.
I have now [drum roll, please] finished wrapping Christmas presents! And it's not even Twelfth Night yet. I most likely won't get to give all the remaining Christmas presents before Christmas is over, unless dd_b, porphyrin, Mike, and C.J. all turn up, which is not out of the realm of possibility but is also not likely. Still, done wrapping! Yay!
This may be the most useful thing I accomplish all day. I've paid the bills, so I suppose that's useful as well. I'm trying not to expect too much of myself until I've bounced back at least a little. Making sure I continue to be flat-out exhausted instead of just fatigued would be a mistake. Getting upset with myself for doing things wrong would also be a mistake. Misposting my novel_gazing last night, for example, was not a cause for tearing of the hair or gnashing of the teeth. Unfortunately, one of the things that happens when I get tired is that I am more prone to being hard on myself. I'm trying to be conscious of that, and to avoid it.
I don't think I can say enough about how grateful I am for the phone calls Tuesday night. I talked on the phone to eighteen of you and the spouse of a nineteenth, between 10 p.m. Tuesday and 10 a.m. Wednesday. Several more people expressed willingness to be called that was heartening to me even though I didn't have to take advantage of it. As a result, there was never a point at which I despaired of staying awake. It was a nice mix of people I already know love me and people whose caring surprised me a little. I'll try to stop gushing about it after this. But really, again: thanks.