There was only an hour of daylight left when I finally woke up, so I went back out and got some plants watered and the feral cats fed, then pulled up a few more foxtails, but then I was too tired to make dinner. I have less energy every year. I have stuff for a sandwich, so I'll probably eat that instead of doing any actual cooking. If a day in the low eighties leaves me this lethargic, I wonder what tomorrow will do to me when it tops ninety degrees?
Right now, maybe a shower will make my brain a bit more nimble.