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Lunch Hour

I was so tired this morning that I dared not sit on the couch during the five spare minutes between pulling my socks on and pulling my parka and gloves on because I knew that if I sat down my eyes would close and my muscles would droop and I would fall asleep in two seconds flat.

During my fast-approaching lunch hour, I cannot decide if I want to wander around outside with my camera now that the temperatures are a manageable -3°F (so NOAA tells me), call all sorts of places like insurance and the cell phone company to change our mailing address, or attempt to find a dark-ish corner in the chilly basement to curl up with my parka and sleep.

I may need to go across the street for a mocha so that I don't bite my coworkers' heads off this afternoon.