On the Snooze

I'm so tired, I doubt even toothpicks could keep my eyes open about now.

All through the night I tossed and turned, yelled at the imaginary people that were pillows and blanketed and de-blanketed at whim.

I dreamed of phoning the job this morning to tell them I wouldn't be in, and saw myself relaxing in bed, soaking in sleep like a cat in a window soaks up sun.

Alas, the knowledge that we are already shorted handed today busted that little bubble of happiness. So I am to work despite myself ... Maybe just maybe if it's not too busy, I can play up for a half day.