Tired, at last

I've finally figured out that a central aspect of PTSD for me is that my "tiredness system" is miswired. 

When I'm tired, I get more and more wound up ... Witness the stuff I've done over the last few weeks. In addition to whitewashing the barn, reorganizing a good chunk of the house, installing a ceiling and clearing a laundry backlog, I have also done about 40 hours of paid work in the last couple of weeks ... Most of it running errands and setting up furniture and driving around to get things. 

Today, I finally feel tired. 

This is a good thing. 

I'm knitting.