The open house whipped my backside this year. The fatigue afterward took me by surprise. I knew I would have difficulty keeping my eyes open Saturday evening. I made it through dinner without going face down at the table but I was still dragging on Monday. What's up with that?
Petey did the Borgess half marathon on Sunday. If you're not into the lingo - that's 13.1 miles. I don't think I could ride a bike that far let along do it in sneakers.
We're both still dragging a bit and it's Tues. I can understand him still feeling pooped but I could sleep on a bed of nails right now.
You don't supposed it has anything to do with our age, do ya? Nah. I'm blaming it on the flowing trees. I think they're giving off some kind of sleep-inducing fragrance. Yup, that's it.
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