One Foggy Morning
By now it is no secret that I most often wake up in a dense fog leaving myself to pilfer through various degrees of reality until I come to usually with the help of a bath, food, coffee, and time. Lots and lots of time. When I was little I used to bound of of bed like a deer (okay, maybe not quite that graceful, because, let's face it...I trip and stumble a lot), eager to scoot about the day. Now, not so much. My eyelids are swollen and heavy, and it seems like I think about walking or moving my arms, but nothing really happens. Speaking a coherent sentence is almost always out of the question at this time of the day. This morning was no different. I slowly came to with the realization that the dog was resting his head on my leg in a small puddle of drool (I know, yuck), and the cat resting his head on my chest and was straddled across my stomach. He's weird. I think we have already established that. I slowly sat up and Guinness (the cat) slumped into a heap and continued sleeping. ??? Geeze I wish I slept that hard. I have been nursing a cold for the last week and everything moves slower for me.
The morning routing was somewhat normal. The elusive chicken who had evaded capture the night before was waiting by the hen house this morning. I'm not really a fan of birds, and I was a little nervous about attempting to grab the chicken because they squawk a lot when you do that, flap their wings, feathers go flying, their legs go in a variety of directions, and it's just a complete disaster because I usually end up dropping the chicken and running in the opposite direction. I know, I'm a weenie. Today, I knew that my reflexes simply couldn't handle that feat, so I attempted to coax the chicken by clucking to it. Needless to say, I'm glad no one was around. The mission, however, was a success and Mother Hen is now back with her flock,. Is that right? Flock? I will have to look that one up. In my mid-morning funk, I decided to take some tylenol to relieve my aches and pains from moving. After arriving to work I realized that I was feeling unusually exhausted for this time of day. It was almost like when you have a few drinks and you are far from drunk, but you are just really, really tired. In any event, I reached into my purse and grabbed the Tylenol bottle I had taken my pills from this morning. @!#% It was Tylenol PM. Why do I do this to myself? About a half a pot of coffee later, a friend of mine in a neighboring cubicle pointed out that I wasn't looking very well. I explained my situation to him and he proceeded to ask me how the coffee was working for me. I told him that the enduring efforts of the coffee had proven to be futile. "Yeah, Jenn, you look like you're about ready to collapse onto your desk." "Thanks..." was all I could muster. This afternoon, however, I feel like I am almost woken up. It only took 8 hours. Better late than never, right?
The morning routing was somewhat normal. The elusive chicken who had evaded capture the night before was waiting by the hen house this morning. I'm not really a fan of birds, and I was a little nervous about attempting to grab the chicken because they squawk a lot when you do that, flap their wings, feathers go flying, their legs go in a variety of directions, and it's just a complete disaster because I usually end up dropping the chicken and running in the opposite direction. I know, I'm a weenie. Today, I knew that my reflexes simply couldn't handle that feat, so I attempted to coax the chicken by clucking to it. Needless to say, I'm glad no one was around. The mission, however, was a success and Mother Hen is now back with her flock,. Is that right? Flock? I will have to look that one up. In my mid-morning funk, I decided to take some tylenol to relieve my aches and pains from moving. After arriving to work I realized that I was feeling unusually exhausted for this time of day. It was almost like when you have a few drinks and you are far from drunk, but you are just really, really tired. In any event, I reached into my purse and grabbed the Tylenol bottle I had taken my pills from this morning. @!#% It was Tylenol PM. Why do I do this to myself? About a half a pot of coffee later, a friend of mine in a neighboring cubicle pointed out that I wasn't looking very well. I explained my situation to him and he proceeded to ask me how the coffee was working for me. I told him that the enduring efforts of the coffee had proven to be futile. "Yeah, Jenn, you look like you're about ready to collapse onto your desk." "Thanks..." was all I could muster. This afternoon, however, I feel like I am almost woken up. It only took 8 hours. Better late than never, right?
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