What's to say. Two nights in a row home rather late due to nursing home rounds; they're done for now, but I *AM* on call, so I could be called out to the hospital at any time.
At the second to the last nursing home, I could barely stand, but I just felt that I HAD to finish, and managed to get the last one done faster than expected. Then, home.
My beloved was kind enough to make "comfort food" for me; spaghetti with a red sauce. Nice, filling, warming. But I hadn't any reserve energy for much of anything.
We did watch an episode of season three Downton Abbey, but didn't finish the disc.
And a stack of paperwork awaits me...