It was the kind of day where
I woke up too tired to notice I put on two different coloured socks
Left my attendance book at home
and Drank what I thought was weirdly weak tea out of my travel mug… all day, until I cam home, emptied out the mug and realized I was merely drinking hot water.
There is a funny line between being tired and being exhausted.
When you’re merely tired anxiety can get the best of you. You grump and curse that it is too painful to move let alone think. And the must mundane tasks, like changing out of your work clothes seems as insurmountable as climbing a mountain.
But
when you are beyond exhaustion you shift into a “devil may care” mind set and find amusement in your foibles of the day. You are too tired to get angry or upset. Too tired even to laugh.
So
you just drift through the day in a state of nonchalance because that’s all that you can muster.
You go with the flow not because fighting is futile, but rather because the little bumps of the day don’t see to matter.
It’s not a place of insensitive indifference you’ve slipped into,
no,
it’s just that you seem to be rebooting and the goings on around seem irrelevant until you’re done.
Now I just need one night for my “reboot” to be complete.
The thought of flannel brings a smile my face and I will be crawling into bed before the sun sets.
