And when I say “dragged myself off”, I mean “was wheeled off” into the waiting arms of Mrs. King.
I truly don’t even know how coherent I was. I just remember being too tired to make conversation or to whole heartedly thank my dear friend for being there to scoop me up.
Instead, I told her where to drop the bags and immediately stripped down before crawling into bed.
I’ve been sleeping ever since.
Loo is now on her way to bring me dinner, and then I plan on sleeping some more.
Hoping that I’ll wake up tomorrow a little more clear headed and capable of tackling some of the tasks I need to accomplish before returning to the real world.
Like getting the mail for instances.
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And finishing my taxes.
And doing a load or two of laundry.
It all seems a bit daunting right now. But slowly but surely, I’m sure I will complete it all.
Tonight though? I plan on eating, and sleeping.
Sleeping, and eating.
I’m pretty sure it’s all I can muster.
And that is just going to have to be OK.
