But the end result was that I went back to work today on less than three hours of sleep. And it stunk every bit as badly as you would imagine. I am so very grateful that it was a slow day. Had it been one of my busy days, I probably would have made a lot of mistakes. Whew. Several co-workers did ask me if I was feeling okay, to which I replied that I was just really dragging due to getting three hours of sleep. One (younger) colleague replied, "you aren't exactly a spring chicken anymore, you can't party like you used to!" Oh, foolish boy, as if I've done anything that could be considered 'partying' in the last decade.
In unrelated news, I foresee him having some computer difficulties due to snipped wires tomorrow! Call it a gut feeling...
Tonight I tucked the kid into bed - later than usual - and have just climbed into bed myself. Actually... the more I think about it, the more I think I know what's keeping me in a state of mental and physical hyperactivity. But, if I start typing about it now, I'll be up later than I'd like. And I really need some sleep tonight. So without further adieu, I plan to pop one of my herbal muscle relaxers and drift off into (what I hope will be) a deep sleep.
I promise to fill you in tomorrow if I get some sleep.