I am tired. How I realized this:

I sat down at the computer and started clicking around on Mood Swings, reading a few columns and journals that I hadn't had a chance to hit today, and I remembered that I had noticed earlier this week that I had somehow made the desktop image link to the wrong desktop--I know that I had changed it so that it linked to my November desktop, but now it was back linking to the Halloween one; obviously, I had overwritten the template at some point--so I fixed the link, then went to the Apple menu to open my ftp program and pulled down the list of Favorites, and, intending to open "Transmit," opened "Trash" instead.

I sat there and looked at the window and thought, "What is this, and what was I trying to do?" for a few seconds until I realized what I'd done.

Tired.

It's not that late, it's only 9:30, but I've been wrapping Christmas presents and doing various other things, and I don't know why, but it feels like it's been a long day.

I went to the post office and the bank on the way home, and went to Borders and did a little more Christmas shopping, came home and cooked a frozen pizza for dinner (Bob had stopped and eaten before he came home), then sat down and started wrapping. There are stacks of wrapped packages all over the dining room. Kind of cool, actually, of course. Like Santa's workshop or something.

I had a lovely moment this morning when I turned the corner out of the subdivision onto the main thoroughfare. There's a field that hasn't been developed there--I always imagine that they're simply holding out for a fortune, although I have no idea, and they may just like farming it and not care about money.

This morning there were three deer standing in the field. One was a fawn, and one of the others might have been, too, or maybe just a small doe. The larger one was a doe, too. No antlers. They were just standing there, sniffing the air, with a little bit of fog swirling around their feet.

I watched them in the rear view mirror after I passed, and a few moments later, they took off running back to wherever they'd come from. Faerie, most likely, because that's what it felt like.