I was tired.

So very tired.

So very tired that by the time Friday night rolled around, not only was I sending out emails with spelling mistakes and non sequiturs, I overtipped a takeout delivery guy who disoriented me with shiny coins, and fell asleep curled up like a donut in a chair by 8 pm.

Tired.

When I woke up two hours later to Catherine’s gentle suggestion that perhaps my bed might be a better spot for me to snore, I was impossibly confused and even MORE tired.

Which is why I was surprised to wake up at 8 am the next morning, completely unable to sleep in.

What?

I think I’m getting old.

Next thing you know, I’ll be having tea and toast at 7:45 pm (midway through watching Alex Trebek, before the ever-stressful Final Jeopardy!, and crawling into bed with my shawl to read my “stories.”

In other news, I’m beginning my Annual March Sinus Infection with nearly clockwork precision. My face feels like someone punched me in my sleep (which may well have happened, Catherine can be violent when she sleepwalks) and I’m clogged and weepy like a bad pore.

Which might have contributed to being so tired.

Someone get me my shawl.