That's okay, right?
I talked to my Aunt and Uncle in California for a long while, catching up on age, growth, time, Louisville, change, relations, and the aches and pains, but even then my brain was mashed potatoes.
I caught up with friends from college, thought about the weather, but really spent the entire day looking for bed, sleep, and relaxation.
This is all to say that I think I'm exhausted. I rarely get this way, and when I do I am frustrated with myself. But the pizza was good. Can't go wrong with Paradise. And that was the Friday that just was.