I mean, I always drag a bit in the mornings. It happens when you get up at 3:00 AM, but yesterday was worse than usual. I had absolutely no energy. I was starting to think something was wrong with me, and was seriously considering going to the doctor. Around 9-ish or so, I kind of perked up a little and made it through the day.
As I was packing up my stuff to go home, I picked up my coffee thermos. It felt suspiciously heavy.
"Hey, that feels suspiciously heavy," I said to myself.
I shook it a bit and heard a suspicious sounding sloshing sound.
"Hey, I hear a suspicious sloshing sound," I said to myself.
I opened the lid and suddenly realized why I'd been a limp noodle all day.
Tell me, have you ever been so tired that you need coffee to remember to drink your coffee? Yeah, I'm there, folks. On a brighter note, I remembered to drink it today! So, yay, me!
You know you live a sad life when your biggest accomplishment is remembering to drink your coffee.
OK, moving right along...
I've been getting a bit maudlin lately, knowing Squeaks will not be with us any more. Yesterday, I watched her try to jump up on the bed. She gathered herself, bounced a bit, re-gathered herself, kind of hopped, then just gave up and walked off. It makes me sad...
So, I was looking through some old pictures and found this one, from a bygone day when she was young.
When I was younger, I always wondered why old folks always talked about the good old days.
I totally get it now.
Totally.
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