I will modify that saying: Housework, even if done half-assed as I do it, will leave you feeling half dead. I am so going to bed early.
I was on the phone with Cousin C yesterday, and we were commiserating about the glam lives we lead. I think I won, because the highlight of my weekend was a new shower curtain. Seriously. My life is full and interesting in many ways, but this weekend was not evidence of this. At all.
I also faced reality today and quit pretending I'd ever attend a local knitting group, and unsubbed from their notifications. Every time they sent me notice about a meeting, I think, "Oh gosh, I should make time to go!" and then I realized that I don't need a knitting group. I like to knit, it's one of my favorite "unwind while watching TV" things, but the thought of going to a knitting group where people post descriptions of themselves as "new knitters" and "really excited about it" causes me to "feel very tired" and then to "run like a jackrabbit" in the "other direction." It's not that I'm anti-social. I just don't have the energy for excess social.
The A/C is running furiously. Rumors of a couple of days of cooler weather abound, but it's just a rumor, and just a couple of days. Then we are back in the 80s. It's January. Our winter is generally over by March 1. I think I need to review my patterns and start swatching for tanks. If I'm going to use up this stash on anything other than charity (and I don't mind using most of it for charity) it looks like tanks and shawls are the only knitted things I really need.