I amazed myself at the productivity.
But I think I burned myself out. Like burned rubber. I know it doesn't make sense, I just wanted to say that.
I did the laundry (some of it, anyway), baked four loaves of bread, a batch of rolls, and zucchini casserole. I basically lived in the kitchen today.
As I was wearily contemplating the evening, the bed time, the chaos, and the tiredness that I am feeling, I stumbled across something that made me laugh. It helped. A lot.
I am not saying today was bad. I am not saying that I needed a laugh. I just wore myself completely senseless, and this made me happy. Arguing, philosophic robots. Brilliant!