Thanksgiving. Four days off work. Same plan as usual: stay home, rest, catch up on chores. In past years, I had hopes that by the end of my time off, I would have more things done, and would feel more rested, but now I know that never happens.
I have been tired all autumn. No rest does any good.
Right now, I so don't want to do anything. So maybe I can take my first evening of Thanksgiving break to relax, to read fiction. and then get things done on the other days, after I've had a chance to recover from work.
Except I know that it never comes. Feeling rested never comes. Getting stuff done never comes.