Not feeling my best

I slept on the hospital floor last night. The sleep was decent, but clearly not enough, judging by how sleepy I am right now.

It’s three hours before my usual bedtime.

I’m thanking myself for booking an afternoon flight tomorrow. Else the weekend trip will be pure torture.

I want to write something more interesting, but this is just life sometimes.

You don’t feel your best. You accept it.

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