Not emotionally, or mentally. I’m just tired.
It’s the kind of tired that’s welcomed, because you know it will lead to a long, deep, restful sleep. It’s the tired that comes from a long and productive day, that sinks into the bones and lets you know that now is the time to dismiss all concern, leave the Internet to its own devices, and go to bed.
It yawns, and stretches, and my soft blankets call to me. Time to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. May it be as welcome as this one.