I’m crispy. I’m toasty.
I’m tired, exhausted, running on empty–I’m pretty much every cliche` you can think of when it comes to being just plain pooped.
Of course, my natural tendency is to dive deeply into the river of denial. But today, I had a gentle reminder of just how burnt I have become.
I took a break from this keyboard at work and wandered into the men’s room. After recycling the coffee I had consumed during the day, I turned and looked in the mirror and stared in disbelief. There, on my shirt was this huge white stain. Did I come to work today like that? Or did I ace it out with something in the office? Just as I approached the mirror, I got my answer….when I saw myself moving, but the stain wasn’t.
Yep. It was something on the mirror. The shirt was the fine.
I need a vacation.