I like both my jobs a whole lot. The one's a reason to get up in the mornings, (plus free coffee, the office mostly to myself for breakfast, some reading time, and some sedate filing in a very motherly atmosphere), and the other is lively and full of ostly fun people mostly my own age.
It's just rough on the joints. I have to stop falling asleep on my wrists, apparently. And sometimes I'm so tired I don't know what I'm feeling beyond that. Trying to nap, cook, read, and write, and my German is apparently progressing somewhat, so life could always be worse.
And now, to slightly more than six hours of sleep.