The good news is that today, at the end of week three of the new job, the second full week, I am not quite as exhausted as I was two weeks ago, at the end of the first full week.
I mean, I'm still sitting on my bed all bundled up. I still didn't run the (one) (single) errand I meant to run this evening (to get sparkling water, if you must know). But I feel like I maybe could have run the errand. You know, if I wanted to. If I wanted to get up out of my warm bed and go out into the cold, I could have.