I’m along this weekend, batching it while the wife is in Oklahoma City helping with grandkids as first one, then the other, parent has been off for conferences. So I should be living it up, right? Getting done all those things I never seem to do when Lynda is here. Writing up a storm.

Instead, I’m basically immobile. I sat through three days of corporate meetings this week, and the inactivity left me exhausted. I’ve come home and had no energy. My blood sugar has been pretty good, so that’s not the problem. My right knee is killing me, and my left knee is not back to 100 percent, residuals of the tick disease of the summer. So I come home from work and crash. I slept well last night, then napped some this morning and even an hour this afternoon. So I’m in good shape for sleep.

I’ve done some work on writing. I received the cover for the print version of Documenting America on Friday, and uploaded it to CreateSpace. Today I received the email saying it was all accepted. All that’s left now is ordering the proof copy, and deciding on price and payment methods. I’ve also been proof-reading Doctor Luke’s Assistant in preparation for publishing it electronically. I haven’t had the energy to get back to writing for content sites.

So, I’m going to muddle through for a while, and hope my body, aided here and there by medicines, is able to fight off this rheumatoid arthritis attack spawned by the tick-borne bacteria. Now to leave the comfort of my chair in The Dungeon, limp upstairs, and head to Wal-Mart.