I'm sure you know how it is when you're so tired that it is painful not to be in bed. I can't be the only person who has ever experienced that. You're there at work, you're doing virtually nothing, but you can't sleep and you definitely can't lie down.
So I tried writing, but it was extremely slow going--made worse by the fact that every time I thought of something to add to the story, my phone would ring. In the course of dealing with the call I'd forget what I was going to write and have to re-remember it. So I'd give up trying to write, and then it would go entirely dead again with nothing for me to do.
Then? "Well, I think I can have him--" *RING!* *sigh*
Knocked off at 6:30 on the dot. I'd been tasked with getting my wife's pills from Jewel so I could not go straight home. Ran into holiday weekend traffic about a mile north of the last toll booth on 294, crawled all the way to my exit some 4.5 miles away at less than 20 MPH.
Came home, made some adjustments, and sat in the recliner in the living room and watched the lightning flicker all around.
Not a bad day; just not a particularly good one.
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Another Democrat boycott backfires. In-N-Out Burger is so good apparently even Gordon Ramsay likes them.
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Raconteur Report has some words for Fred Reed that I'll read myself some time when I'm not f-ing tired.
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They probably never would have found this isolated jungle without Googe Earth. Neat.
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I need to rest now.