Exhaustion. That's what happens; pure and unadulterated exhaustion.
In addition to being exhausted, I am starving. STARVING. Because I am slightly dehydrated and covered in sunscreen and sweat, I am craving fruit.
No problem. I live near two stores that sell fruit - organic fruit, even.
This all starts out innocently enough: red grapes and blackberries. But, when I get to the store, green grapes are on sale, as are strawberries and bananas. I come home with waaaaaaaaaay too much fruit; enough fruit for the entire neighborhood.
No matter. I put the fruit into small containers and pick at some of it before dropping into bed. I am too exhausted to do much more, and, by the morning, I am not nearly so enamored with the thought of grapes, blackberries, bananas, nor strawberries. However, they will make excellent additions to sangria once I have recovered enough strength to mix up a batch.
