No, it’s not as alarming as it sounds. I just didn’t get QUITE to the point I wanted yesterday because all of a sudden at about nine thirty pm I felt like someone had yanked the rug out from under me, and barely managed to stumble the twelve feet or so to my bed.
I woke up at five am and thought I’d done myself violence pushing yesterday. I.e. I thought I was worse again, and I could not sleep. But I took an aspirin and had some warm tea and went back to sleep for two and a half hours. I woke feeling more like myself than I have in months. So now I shall have some coffee and write.
WHY is it that writing takes it out of me so profoundly. You’d think “soft job, indoors, sitting” would mean no great effort, right? However, not only does it tire me more than say painting walls, but (and this is weird) if I work a whole day and push hard, I lose weight more so than if I’d been doing violent, physical labor. This is one of the mysteries of the universe.
According To Hoyt 
Talk to Ted about how much energy the brain uses. I’ll bet it’s way more than mere muscle.
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