I must admit, I’ve felt a bit blah for about a week or so.  Not really sure why, but all I’ve wanted to do is sleep – more so than usual.  This weekend has been particularly bad.  Both days I woke up early, did a few things, then went back to bed for three hours.  Then awake again, did some stuff, then back to bed.  Then up again for dinner and back to bed.  I haven’t counted how many hours I’ve actually been sleeping per day, but it would have to be around the fifteen hour/day mark.

As I said, not really sure what’s happening.  The depression isn’t worse than usual; I’m not coming down with anything; and I haven’t started a new exercise program that would explain the tiredness.  So yeah, out of ideas.

In my few waking hours, I did manage to start sorting out one of the properties.  The bathroom/laundry in this property has been a problem since we bought it.  The walls and ceiling won’t stop peeling.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sanded, filled gaps, sealed and repainted, but I’m starting to play hardball now.  Sanded and crack filled as per usual yesterday, and today I did a coat of oil-based sealer/primer on the worst spots.  We’re going to stop by after work and see how it’s looking tomorrow.  If this doesn’t work, I don’t know what to do.  The good news is we have until Sunday 2nd October to get it sorted, so there is some wiggle room in terms of time.

One other thing to note – I stumbled on the funniest blog ever written by a cat tonight, Urban Underbelly.  I added it to my links, so check it out.  Talk about black humour.  It’s great stuff.