Holy Macaroni. FATIGUE. I could have made it to work this afternoon – but my body knew it would want to sleep. And sleep. And sleep. So I called out of work – and slept and slept and slept.

I have a crazy busy long weekend ahead of me. I had a chorus rehearsal last night and again tomorrow night. And on Saturday – concert is Sunday. I need to put in the reserve time now. Harley Boo agreed.