Yes, the party was fun. Yes, we stayed far later than we should. And yes, today I'm paying for it.
Back in the day I could stay out til the wee hours, bounce out of bed at 6 a.m., and still get enough work done to make a body builder weep. But right now I feel like I'm recovering from a bad case of the flu. I'm pretty sure my single Lime-a-Rita isn't to blame.
As though looking in the mirror isn't enough, staying out late is just another reminder of how everything has changed. I dragged myself from bed this morning to let Indy and visiting dog, Brady out. They were chipper as always.
Hi! Let's go outside! Let's have breakfast! Let's play!
Seriously, everyone, don't you get it? I'm exhausted. My back is sore. My eyes are sticky. My stomach is gurgling in protest. I just want to stay in bed...please?
If you have critters, I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that question.
As you may have surmised, I am no longer horizontal. Outside it's warm and sunny. The birds are tweeting merrily to each other without use of any internet connection. I am determined to move out of this chair and join the land of the living. Can I do it? Should I do it? Will I do it?
Well, maybe a little later...
Geez, I'm sure not as young as I used to be.
