Seriously, it's Thursday morning and I am still tired from Memorial Day. What's odd about that is that I'm tired for no reason whatsoever that I can come up with. All I did for the three day weekend was relax. Okay, I swam in the San Marcos river but really that swimming involved lazily kicking my legs while my body was atop a float and my arms made little swirls in the water, and I also put my behind in the middle of an inner tube and bobbed along some mild rapids. I cooked a few meals and read a couple trashy pop-culture magazines. I napped Saturday and Sunday -- long, yummy, quiet naps bathed in oh-so-cold air-conditioning. I wore pajamas the majority of the time, or shorts and a tank top. Shoes were rare most of the weekend. I think perhaps I'm so tired not because of overdoing it but because of under doing it, and then having to return to the real world on Tuesday, a world that does not include floating down the river or naps.