seriously tired

Oh, Lordy, I don't have much to say about books. That's because I'm tired from working too much. I helped a friend move over the weekend, and between the blisters on my feet and the sore calves, I can barely walk. You'd think this would allow a lot of good reading time, but I'm too tired to read anything more than Regencies. New ones, mind - I haven't quite gotten to the stage where I re-read them, I'm not that tired - but close. Heaven only knows what my co-workers (who put requested books on my desk) are thinking about all these books like "Susan's Second Season" and "The Vicar's Lovely Daughter". They're all Zebras. This whole Regency-reading kick was started because I read in a trade magazine that Zebra willno longer be publishing Regencies. This irritated me, because Zebras are the only ones I'll read. They're more what I like (I'm carefully avoiding the word "better" here).
I even read a Betts (A Winter Love Story) last week - a romance (not a Regency) by Betty Neels, for those who don't hear me chatter about books very often. It had this hilarious, and all-too-typical of Betts, bit of dialogue:
"'Yes, thank you, I should like to marry you.' She laughed suddenly. 'I don't know your name...'
He came round the table and put gentle hands on her shoulders. 'Thomas,' he said, and bent to kiss her."
Anyway, i quite like my life, and apologise for complaining. I'm very lucky, after all. But I wish I could think of more scintillating things to write tonight!