A twelve hour day... or should I say night? 7 pm to 7 am. Had our Ripple TV's installed, and bossman and I put up some replacement slatwall. Came home and slept until afternoon, which now feels like morning.
Wasn't so much tired, as a bit disoriented. Hard to focus. Guess that's what tired looks like when you get older. Or maybe it's just getting older...
Weird coming home at 7 am and it's still dark out. People going to work, night crews on my train going home. City that never sleeps (but do we really have to check?).
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