Tired

Dennis gets tired too easily. Well, maybe it's just too often.

Last night I came home from work, and he had just finished a session with the in-home PT, Phoebe. He was sitting in front of our new, big screen, LCD TV and practicing tennis on the Wii. He was feeling feisty and challenged me to a game of bowling. Neither one of us played a good game, but he challenged me to a second game. After the second frame, he was done.

I had picked up stuffed chops for dinner, and cooked them while we played. I chopped one up nicely for him, and halfway through dinner, Dennis wanted to go to bed.

Tonight he was in his office when I came home. The phone was ringing as I was walking up the steps, but he wasn't able to pick up the call.

We didn't spend any time together today. He was just too tired. Too tired to talk, too tired to eat, to tired to do much of anything.

Vacations are our real measure of how we are doing. Last summer, while in Paris, we took off about 2 days a week, due to tiredness. This fall, in London, it was closer to 3 days a week. But, giving that I was sick for half of the trip, it seemed a bit skewed to be considered real data. During this years spring break, we were at an every other day rhythm of fun and rest. But we were at home, and it was more about relaxing than anything else. We have slowed down, but both of us rally for real vacations.

We have been considering how long to take off for vacation this summer. How long can we rally? How many days will be down days? How much do we really want to see?

It's a question that we need to answer soon.