The right thing evidently the wrong thing

After going to Walgreens and getting a syringe and mixing up some bread bits with water, the wildlife rehabber I managed to get a hold of last night told me she didn't think the egg would have even hatched if Mrs. Finch had really been gone as long as I thought, and told me to wait until morning and watch for her again. I've been watching for the last 45 minutes. I just checked the nest again. It's dead. The other eggs have not hatched, and I'm feeling pretty confident at this point they never will.

Lethargic

Some days, like today, I just spend the whole day feeling so lethargic. I wish I knew why. Is it that I haven't gotten enough sleep? Enough water? Enough exercise? Enough fun? I hate feeling this way. I cannot get anything done. I am nearly incapable of being productive. Even if I stand up slowly, my head swims. My whole Saturday is going to go to waste and I'm not going to get another one until next week... and it might end up this same way too. Does this feeling of self-loathing come from the wasted day that I cannot seem to help? Or could this lethargic feeling come from a foul disposition?

I think maybe I should quit whinning and take a nap and a glass of water.

Edit: The nap made me feel so much better. OMG better, like I feel like a human being again. Normally I am very anti-nap: either I can't sleep, I have nightmires, or I end up unable to sleep that night... but so far so good today. Now I just wish I'd done it first thing this morning!

Veni, vidi, vici

It has been an exciting afternoon at the Middendorf Manor. After single handedly slaying the nap monster, I joined forces with my valiant husband and together we took on the filing cabinet in unarmed combat and slew it. Casualties were high, but the world is indeed a safer place for it.