if I’m tired it must be january

So it's crunch time. I can feel it in my bones - actually in my bow-arm's shoulder and my back. News which would normally be met with a shrug and "what can ya do?" is instead met with grumbled obscenities and toe-curling rage on the drive home. I feel sorry for the people that have to drive on the roads with me on my way home this week - they're getting called every name in the book.* On the bright side, I usually only feel a simple sense of tiredness by the time I get home.