I am feeling a kind of restiveness, a fretful energy that seeps through every pore in my body, urging me to move, to do something. Yet, there is the weight of a heavy sense of lassitude that is dragging me down, tugging me to the bed, or to the couch, at exactly three in the afternoon. Everything feels like lead-- my head, my eyelids, my feet, my heart. As if by sinking into the remarkable softness of my bed, I am plunging into the incomprehensible depths of the ocean, like a ship's anchor. Except I am currently adrift in my own sea of thoughts, not knowing where to moor myself. I am tired, so tired.