BUT YOU KNEW THAT.
Did Kroger today. Wiped. Me. Out. You’d think walking around a store as big as… well… a really big place for an hour and schlepping a hundred pounds or so of groceries from the store to the car and from the car to the house and from the upstairs to the kitchen (don’t ask; it’s how the house is arranged) would be a simple thing. And as recently as ten years ago, it was.
So, after breakfast (yes, at 4:00 in the afternoon), I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I took a nap.
Mmm. Nap. Saturday afternoon in January. Under down comforter…
Under fiberfill comforter, with a bed full of cats.
Woke up at ten ’til Seven* thinking it was Sunday morning. Brain had reset. It took me a good half hour to realize: not.
*Correction: Ten ’til Eight. Not only did I not know what day it was, I couldn’t read the damned clock in front of my face. (Of course, in my defense, it was a digital, which doesn’t understand anticipation, but only lives in the eternal now.)