I’m so tired I can’t function properly.
I could sleep for days and days.
And it’s not getting any better.
I had dinner with “the girls”. We talked of this and that and it was a generally good time. They set me straight on a few things.
I had drinks with friends that turned into a slumber party. After everyone was asleep, I stared at the ceiling. It was a generally good time.
I have friends and family telling me that I’m okay. I have sound advice in my ear. I can hear Jacky in my head, clear as a bell.
Or so I’m told.