19. mornings are hard.

It’s 9:30 p.m., and I’m going to bed as soon as this is posted.

That’s a pretty good indication that I am seriously dragging. I felt OK most of the day, but the morning was, without my complete knowledge, was apparently pretty rough.

The first real indication that I wasn’t as perky this morning as I normally am came at lunch. I brought what I thought was a dish of ricotta ravioli, Italian sausage and the red sauce I made last week. But when I pulled the dish from the microwave at work, walked it back to my desk and opened it up, I found that it was not a dish of ricotta ravioli, Italian sausage and the red sauce I made last week; it was instead a dish full of extra red sauce — and nothing else — that we had placed in an identical-looking dish.

So. Yeah. Popcorn for lunch.

That was the part I knew about. When I texted Mts. Crappy about my lunch error, she filled me in on the rest:

  • I left the mouse for my laptop at home.
  • I left the bathroom light on.
  • I left the radio on in the bathroom.
  • And, after I screwed up my lunch, I left the refrigerator door wide freaking open.

And that, boys and girls, means it’s bedtime. See y’all tomorrow.

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