It's early Friday evening (when I write this), and I am fighting to stay awake. By 9:30p.m., I have already dozed off several times, already gotten into pajamas and brushed my teeth, and I may as well be in a nursing home. Yes, I am already feeling like I need a cane or possibly a wheelchair just to get from the kitchen to my bedroom.
Already I have fantasized about vacation, ignored emails, and willed myself not to smack someone.
In a way, it's nice to know some things never change. However, in this case, it's a sad, devastatingly horrible draining feeling to wonder if 7:30 is too early to go to bed on a Friday night.
P.S. It isn't.
