I was really tired early in the week and couldn't figure out why. Was I coming down with cancer? Chronic fatigue syndrome? Was that dead fish stench coming from the ocean a sign that the oil spill has killed off all ocean life and now emitting noxious fumes? I thought back to my past week to see if I had done anything tiring. Let's see, I went dancing on Thursday night, swimming on Friday, dancing on Saturday, and dancing on Sunday night (did I mention I dance salsa like a man/woman dying of thirst at the 7/11 soda dispenser?). Why would I be tired?

I refuse to be human. More importantly, I refuse to stay home. But I really refuse to be tired.

But then today, I realized something amazing; even the USA Soccer team gets tired. These guys could pump my car tires with one pulse beat. And, yet, they looked kind of straggly (if that's a word) out there today (God bless them and their awesome bodies). Of course, I haven't been winning any World Cup Games lately. But still...we (humans) aren't machines.

I hope the USA team recovers emotionally and physically.

Just for today, I'm resting.