I like that phrase. Except when that’s how I feel. Which is now. I was fine through the day, but my energy level plummeted on the walk from the T stop to the hotel, and when I got back to my hotel room, I could barely make myself leave again. I did, though, and I planned to grab a quick light dinner somewhere and spend some time on a park bench with my book since the weather was so nice. I managed the first part, barely, took a walk around the block in the direction of the park, and then decided this was ridiculous. I can’t force myself to enjoy an evening in the sunshine if all I want to do is climb into bed. So I’m back in my room, it’s just after seven, and I plan to take a bath (I’m coming up with this plan right this very second), read, and go to bed early. I don’t have to be at work until 8 tomorrow, which means I can wait to leave the hotel until about 7:30, which means I can get up early and run outside! In the sunshine! In the early morning! When it’s early! (Which is what I like to do.) Hopefully, I’ll have recovered from this general malaise fatigue by then. (I looked up malaise – it’s linked to health issues more than I originally thought. I don’t think I have any health issues.)
Why does travel take so much out of people? I’ve never really understood that. Maybe when you’re in the act of traveling, but why when I’m staying in one place for so many days? What am I doing that’s so fatiguing? (Pronounced fat-igg-you-ing.)
More Boston travelogue tomorrow, perhaps.