Since my last day off I've worked over 60 hours, on my feet, up and down stairs, flying out the door after drivers, dodging customers, carrying buckets, yielding knives.
I have several alarming bruises and abrasions on my body, just enough to decide to postpone a massage for another time. I look like a over the hill boxer or a junkie in training.
But it's done and over and I was graced with today off which takes me out of the line of fire for The Complaints.
Just to give you an indication of our level of exhaustion yesterday by 4:00pm the word potty sent us into gales of hysterical laughter. Please don't tell anyone I told you this. Seriously, potty, so we said it whenever possible.
Our housekeeper will be here in about an hour so I'm straightening up so she can clean up. Then what? Maybe down the hill for a new book and magazine, maybe a treat. Then home for a nap. Right now the Lab and I can't seem to leave the bedroom. It's sunny and calm, no phones ringing, clean sheets on the bed. You are getting very sleepy......
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