As in atomic level. As in if I napped for the next two days straight it wouldn't chip away at this fatigue. What's strange is that it isn't horrible to feel this way....it's actually kind of peaceful...like the 5 minutes in between an alarm clock snooze. No particular reason; just the time of year. Every time the seasons change, I go through a kind of mini hibernation.
The thing about fatigue is that it excuses me from feeling obligated to do anything. Downtime is rarely so enjoyable, because my underlying guilt is lingering within every "wasted" moment. But when I feel this way I indulge my every lazy desire. Eating spoonful after spoonful of cold chocolate fudge while watching Moonstruck....zipping and unzipping my jacket repeatedly, reading Craigslist rants and raves (you don't know mindless entertainment until you've tried it.) Yes, indeed. Here's to sacrificing ambition for a delicious and long overdue round of navel gazing.