Have you ever been so
tired that even your tiredness is tired?
This happens twice a week
to teachers: Friday evenings after a
long week of being on our feet, and Sunday evening as soon as the sun goes down
and we realize another week has us in its stranglehold.
Simple things like eating
and doing laundry and emptying the dishwasher become torturous on Fridays and
Sundays because once I catch my breath, my eyes close and my head rolls
sideways.
I am, quite literally, asleep
on my feet.
I’m no Winston
Churchill. Churchill reportedly napped
for twenty minute intervals and yet functioned as one of the greatest statesmen
of all time. I have no idea how he
managed to ever be photographed without blood-red eyes. Oh yeah – black and white photography.
Still, photos or no, I’m
exhausted. I need about a week of sleep,
or so it feels. Even my eyelids need a
vacation. It’s not that I mind being
back in the grind again; it’s just that I forgot how very much bullshit goes
along with it. And I’ve got to tell you,
bullshit is frigging tiring.
Okay, Winston, I
surrender. I’m waving the white flag of
defeat. It’s Sunday evening, and right
after I check out that lunar eclipse, I’m going to let my eyeballs eclipse.
