This is 'zoo week' for us. Guests Sunday evening. We lectured for two hours at a school Monday morning. Farrier came for horses Monday afternoon. Barry lectured in astronomy at the New Hope Observatory, where he is director, Monday evening. While he was gone I helped my granddaughters with their homework, did the dishes, got Chris to bed, medicated a dog's ear, and got our lectures ready for this morning (we have two hours every day this week upon request of the instructors involved). Got up at six to feed the animals, set sprinklers, shower, review notes, get going. Two hours of lecture for us. Hay delivery arrived about noon. That finished, Barry worked on some of his stuff and I went down grocery shopping, picked up a new keyboard for this contraption, and stopped by the pharmacist's for some prescriptions for Barry. Came home, unloaded groceries. Barry was exhausted and needed to go down for a nap as he is due at the observatory again this evening for some meetings with some of the representatives of universities and the Department of Education. I still have to feed the horses and goats, get dinner, help the kids who need help with their homework, get Chris down, clean the kitchen, and prepare the material for the two lectures tomorrow. I'm one of the walking zombies right now. But actually, not right NOW. I was about half an hour ago. But I had a good strong cup of tea and some chocolate. Folks, for me, that is drugging myself. I'm really reactive to a lot of chemicals and I'm wide awake now. Is that wrong? I need to keep going. I will not have a chance to rest until I go to bed around ten this evening. I don't think my body will make it until Barry gets home. For me, I did what I needed to do to keep the household going as it needs to. Is what I did wrong?