Even My Hair is Tired

The east to west and west to east travel takes a toll on a professional sports team…

…never mind an old man.

I didn’t sleep on the plane because it’s difficult to sleep when you don’t have enough room to even scratch your nose without touching everyone in the row.

Every seat is sold and there’s no space for your carry-on bag.

I knew I was in a bit of trouble when I couldn’t get to sleep after we arrived home.

My cell phone vibrated just 4 hours after I went to sleep, and the only way through a hard day is straight through.

I crashed around 2:00 and I still had to write a few reports.

There are varying degrees of tired…

…this was what they call ‘bone-tired.’

And right back at it is an understatement. There was no time to bask in the afterglow of what was a nice break.

“It’s not even worth it,” I thought as the day went along.

But I knew it was.

I will be fine by the morning, but you know you’re tired when you watch the hands on the clock slowly move and think:

“How early can I sneak off without looking pathetic?”

In hindsight:

Buffalo to Los Angeles and Los Angeles to Buffalo in just four days isn’t overly bright.