I found myself in that awkward spot today multiple times.

You know, the place where your nostrils flare as you try to stifle a yawn, so you don’t look like a jerk who’s not listening.

My sleep last night, while nothing to write home about, was probably the closest thing to 8 hours I’ve had in the last 3 months.

This of course means that my body greedily tried to get more, so I walked around all day wondering what was the amount of coffee that would cross me over from that fine line between less functional and more functional.

Luckily, I stopped at just the right place and managed to completely avoid palpitations as I performed the normal functions required by every Monday.

Tomorrow:

I shall tackle Tuesday.

To be continued…