Energized

Guess what?  I forgot to be tired.  Today.  Yesterday. Last week.  Normally I poop out at around 4PM.  Until recently I tended to sit in my lazy leather recliner at that time of day, feet up, and watch Dr. Oz drag an entire intestine across the stage or showcase some other organ equally as fascinating.  Then I would contemplate having to prepare dinner at some point in the next couple of hours.  But lately, my energy has not lulled.  Could it be because I am approaching my 25-pound loss goal? (2 ounces to go.) Or is it that Joey has been doing better on his new meds and not needing to get up at 5AM to be ready by 8AM, therefore I get a little extra sleep, too.  Cooler weather?  Maybe.  I don’t care.  I just appreciate how great I feel.  Today.  Now.