energy leaks, too

It started well, it usually does. I wake early, I swim, I put together some mailing: a book, a pitch, a promise, and then I went to meet Matt (my prodigal boy) and his counsellor.  Then I went to mail the packages, picked up some wine, and some groceries (guests coming on Sunday), and came home, late, for a brief lunch and a long nap (slept past my allotted 30 minutes).  And then, as happens every day, I run down. I think, a bit;I read my mail, some of it, fun if it's  a catalogue (I like catalogues); I talk on the phone, a little.  But I didn't pedal. The energy had leaked away.

I'll get some more tomorrow.