A resthome exchange, on tiredness.

Last month at the resthome, I went to go check in on the one super chill resident and there she was in her living room on her couch and she exclaimed to me out of nowhere, "Oh, why am I so tired?".

So, I was like, "[Her name], you're eighty-nine. What, did you think you'd have energy at this age?"

"I know," she was like. "But I try!"