I’m tired. I’m not sure if it’s the weather changing or the days getting shorter, or the seemingly endless IEP triennial meetings lately, but I am flat out exhausted. What’s worse is I’m irritated and guilty about being exhausted, which is making me weepy and giddy and surly. It’s like I’m having my first hypomanic episode – 10 minutes ago I wanted to call up my friends and get them all together to go out to dinner tonight, and now I feel like crawling into my bed with a glass of milk and a book.