In the very early days of this humble blog, I'd often write of how tired I was. My work chums would read these posts with good humour, and comment during coffee breaks (you remember coffee breaks, don't you, patient reader? I used to take them). "What's the matter, Bevboy? Do you have tired blood?" Or, "Are you not getting enough sleep at wor?" Stuff like that.
I won't get into it that much, but my first day back to work after a week off at the cottage tuckered me out. I could barely finish my dinner this evening ere I had to rest "for a few minutes."
I slept until after 10pm. It is now pushing 11pm, and I don't think sleeping a bit more will be much of a problem.
Got an invitation to a housewarming party for this coming Saturday night. I can't say I've ever been invited to such a party before. We're both looking forward to going.
Say, that pillow looks awfully inviting. If you'll excuse me...