On route

Finally got back in to the gym to do my route work. One up, one down. Caught up with a few folks. One wants to go down to Smith Rock the second week of April, but I fear that trip is quashed as well by my mother's medical needs.
Very tired, owing to a broken night's sleep. The lovely razor clams I'd bought for dinner were, to my taste, tough and unpleasant.
Eyes heavy - mood shifting - spirit drooping...