I choose to turn off the tv.  I choose to not do my bike exercises.  I choose to call it a day as to my office work.  I choose to write in my 'journal' before I go upstairs and get ready to end my day.  I was trying to think why I am so tired.  Then I realized that I got up around 3:30 and sat to ponder the 3 letters that Sharon  had asked us to write.  Seems that Linzi, Colton and Dalton have this youth conference next week and the ward leaders wants several letters for each participant to have to read as a part of that.  It is a surprise, but I don't figure that any of those 3 will read this so anyone else just keep in to yourself.  I got some ideas during that 'contemplation time' and I was able to remember most of them and when I got in to the office I wrote the letters.  Sheila also wrote 3 of her own when she got up and going.  Then I tried to make a better day of it by working hard.  I don't believe that I was very successful at that, but at least I was up, showered and dressed.  I'm not quite sure what took my energy.  But both are a drain.  Anyway, I choose to get out of the office and probably take my time getting ready for bed and study my up coming priesthood lesson and review some other things that I have written, and generally try to do some serious thinking to end my day.  The pressure of the piles of work on my desk is still there.  Tomorrow looks to be a good day for that.  But I need to be recharged before I have enough energy to make that effort.  Is it all part of getting older, or am I just a lazy bum?