Still tired.

After sleeping eight hours, I still passed out during the third quarter of the NFC championship game, or as a gym friend said, “the sportsball match.” I guess I’m still tired from something or another and another week of that is about to start. Whatever.

I did manage to move the doorbell around again, and now it’s closer to my office. One of these days I’ll figure out how to get it into the hallway and I can stop all the nonsense. Ah well, nothing much else going on. Just as well, but why couldn’t I be sick during a work day? I have sick days to take.