I am experiencing an interesting phenomenon known as fantasy lethargy.
An Ember In The Ashes is beginning to exhaust me. I should have known getting into this would require mental exertion my sleep-deprived self is currently not capable of. I should have known my all-consuming need to finish and review this book as I have all the others would eventually be rendered completely insufficient as a means of the day's activities.
I tire now, and at the moment, reading tires me further.
Unfortunately, I now have nothing else to do.