However, Ron decided that didn't mean I had to get up at 4 AM, either. He set the pickup for 11 AM. I finally slept all I wanted. I still woke up tired, but at least I had gotten all the rest I wanted.
I got up, shaved my legs (finally got them looking alright for capris again), and took my shower. Then I did my God Time.
We got ready for work, I thought. I pushed Ron into the garage and opened the door. He began freaking out, he didn't have his fanny pack. I had to go back in the house (carefully avoiding the cats) to get it. I closed the garage door and we headed off on our way.
We went to work, it was DEAD. It was so dead we did everything in half the time we had planned, cancelled our paratransit trip, and took a cab home.
I took a nap. I was pretty tired. I hope my blood tests (tomorrow) will reveal an easy fix to my fatigue, like anemia. I just eat more red meat, if that's the case.…