Sometimes you've to tell your body you're exhausted and sometimes the body tells you, which is exactly what happened when I came back from the workshop, immediately leaving with the dog for her walk and while I contemplated dinner which I thought was running late seeing how I was almost one hour behind the entire proceedings, the oddest thing happened.
After a quick shower and finding my heart sink at the thought of cooking up a meal i found my eyes drowsy to the point that someone near pulled me into the abyss.
I fell on the bed face first and got sucked into the mattress feels like and was woken just a few minutes back by other denizens of this house who thought I'd fallen grievously ill, since sleep and that too at odd hours like so is most alien to my bearings, and I woke up unable to comprehend the world around.
Uh oh! I was late. Nay, too late. The clock sang nine and now what?
A glass of wine came to my aid voluntarily extended as a gesture of goodwill, after a rigorous week of Cold War in this house I guess, and as I walked into the kitchen to immediately prepare something the bell rang and food was delivered.
What on earth I say.
Well, what do I say? What can I say?
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