The first thing our dear token male said as I walked in the front door at work, looking at me rather quizzically, "Denise, I don't know whether I should mention it but er, you're looking very tired today." I do? I couldn't blame it on the fact that I had rushed out of the house forgetting to put my make-up on, not this time. (It didn't stop me from checking a few minutes later. No there it was, the light touch of eye-shadow, the rouge, the lipstick. Maybe I should have plastered a bit more on but I don't think it would have helped somehow, not today.) I thought about it and asked myself, wonder what gave it away? Body language perhaps, drooped shoulders, shuffled walk? When I know I am really tired I usually start dropping things, slicing a bread knife along my thumb, trip over something, fall down a rabbit hole and twist an ankle. Nope, I managed to get inside without doing any of that..... this time. Even the people I work with know that reputation by now. The last time they noticed I was this tired, I cut that thumb and was asked if I needed stitches - yeah right, you're going to get me into a doctor's office, I'll get a bandaid and pull it on tight - previous post a few weeks ago. I also sprained my ankle and was off work for a week or two, back in April - another previous post. I can be my own worst enemy, I need sleep more than most so I am told. Just ask Gregg, Brad, or any number of close family members and friends who have known me since I started crawling, then walking into adulthood.
I thought about it for a while and I suddenly realized yes, I was feeling tired. In fact I felt very tired. I felt down-right weary. I looked in the mirror again a few minutes later and peering a little closer to it - I really should have been wearing my glasses - I actually had blood shot eyes. THAT'S what gave it away! No amount of make-up would hide that. Good grief, I couldn't even blame it on any partying the night before. Haven't done any partying in a long while. Maybe it was all the sun and the walking over the weekend catching up on me.
Fortunately it was a very quiet day and I actually left at 3.30 p.m. I was home by 4.10 p.m., saw the couch beckoning to me and dropped down into it like I had just met a long lost friend. Stuffed the pillows up nice and comfy and I would have gone to sleep I am certain of it but, the phone rang. It was son Brad intent on leaving a message on the answering machine and was really surprised to find me home. He said, "Great, I'm coming right over then." A friend of his was in town visiting his family who still lived in our neighborhood, and they had invited him to a late lunch. It was only five minutes away. I called Gregg to tell him and he had just jumped in the car knowing that I was already home, having called him as soon as I left work. And as I looked rather longingly at the couch, dear sweet couch, thee and me will have to wait for slumber.
Good job too because I would have probably dropped off for a couple of hours and wouldn't have had a good night's sleep tonight. I perked right up when my Loved Ones walked through the door. We had a real nice visit with son-one-and-only, chatted away for almost four hours of catching up. He left not so long ago and I will be going to bed soon. Just wanted to say goodnight and to to wish you all sweet dreams.