This week I am inexplicably exhausted — Tuesday felt like Thursday, and no amount of sleep seems to help. Blaming the sudden warmth and the old saying about spring slumber, I am promising myself a slow, restful weekend.
| やたらと | やたらと | awfully, excessively |
| だるい | だるい | sluggish, listless |
| ヘトヘト | へとへと | worn out, exhausted |
| 分厚い | ぶあつい | thick, heavy (coat, book) |
| ひと踏ん張り | ひとふんばり | one last push, one more effort |
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