I’m sleepy. I’m tired. I have clothes that need to be washed and dishes that need to be put away. My refrigerator is almost empty. When I walked across the kitchen floor earlier, I felt something sticky on the bottom of my sock. Whatever it was, it’s still there. I’m already planning to cancel my morning jog, go to bed without brushing my teeth, again, hit snooze twice, and wear the same pants I wore yesterday to work because, hey they are black, it’s convenient, and no one will Continue Reading
