(First in what I'm sure will be an occasional series.)
Yesterday morning, I was operating on 5 hours of sleep, after operating the previous day on the same amount. I can do this once, but twice in a row leaves me not functioning well at all.
I get in the car and back out of the driveway. (Yes, I have the sense to open the garage door before I start backing up.) I nearly run over the flowers because I miss-time the turn (curvy driveway) -- something I haven't done since the first week that I've lived here. I straighten out and fix it, only to slam on the brakes when I see a car coming. I tell myself to look left (I look left) and look right (I look right) and continue.
As I'm driving off, I start thinking that this is one day where I'm going to have to be very careful to keep only one thought in my head at a time, because I don't have enough awake brain cells to actually hang on to two thoughts at once. One thought, finish the act, move on to the next thought. I drive to work basically thinking "drive to work," rather than letting my mind wander to the work I have to do once I'm there.
At around 1:20, my cell phone rings. It's my neighbor (who has never called before, but we've exchanged numbers).
She asks, "Did you mean to leave the garage door open?"
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Oh I so relate to this! What a thoughtful neighbour!
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