Tunnel Vision

It's a really long walk to the local pub, has to be all of 30 yards. I was so worn out when we got there that I felt I was viewing my beer at the end of a tunnel. Luckily I recovered pretty quickly and was able to finish this one off with no major long-lasting effect. Same for the next couple.
After doing almost nothing for most of today I'm fair worn out. We've a full agenda tomorrow though, from laundry in the seniors' home, to ironing-board buying for S's mum, to storing boxes of flat-setup-stuff in a friend's cellar. I'd better get the vitamin pills out.