Thursday, April 03, 2008

Tahhred

I'm tahhred. I don't know why. I slept like a baby last night, across the river in Queens with some friends at their beautiful apartment.

I think it might be just because it's Spring and the weather is changing, and the days are longer and I'm older.

Or something like that.

I spent the night in town because I'd been invited to speak at a 12-Step meeting after work last night. The meeting was going to run late and I didn't want to have to dash for the bus, so my friend stepped up to the plate and invited me to crash at his place.

He even cooked a delicious meal for his wife and I.

I slept in until 5:30 this morning, a good 45 minutes past my usual arising time.

But now I'm tahhred, and ready for bed.

Funny thing about rest. It's like a drug. The more you get, the more you want.

And this alkie can really relate to that!

7 comments:

Bev Sykes said...

I remember "rest." That was before I had puppies.

JoyZeeBoy said...

Puppies my patootie!

You remember rest because it was something you had before you had five kids!!

Aerten said...

I remember rest, too!! Well, sort of. It was definitely in the pre-Offspring days. :)

JoyZeeBoy said...

Would everybody just please go and lie down.

I think we could ALL use a nice nap.

Aerten said...

Nap = happy goodness. I'll refer my boss to your post here when he questions my curling up under my desk.

JoyZeeBoy said...

Just tell 'em that JoyZeeBoy said "it was okay. And he works for Tony Soprano."

Alan/Libdrone said...

/me lies down as ordered and ignores the three blog posts I still Really need to write tonight

Alan (has found doing them en masses is much easier than trying to do one every day but I am finding it Impossible to wax eloquent about The Librarian of Basra)