So go to bed

I know I've said this before.

I'll probably say it again.

I'm tired.

I'd like to talk about envy. How it squishes you up in the stomach area, squeezes you tight with wishing for what they've got that you just . . . don't.

But I'm too tired for that right now.

I'd like to talk about fear. How it shrivels your wanting, twists warm hope into icy dread of what you'll never be brave enough to try.

But I'm too tired for that right now.

I'd like to talk about exhaustion. How it sucks up your strength, saps the last bits of joy from every waking moment.

But I'm too tired for that right now.

Much too tired for that.