By noon, I noted that first coffee wasn’t holding.

By three, I was ready to pass out in my seat. I hoisted the “out of office” flags and walked up the block for a shitty cup of coffee just for the added ingredients of brisk walk and bracing, chilly air.

And then came five. “I’m going to go upstairs and ‘close my eyes’ for a little bit…”

Eight? “WTF?!? Where am I?!? I’m in bed… What times is it?”

I’m wondering if I brought something extra home from my son’s hospital appointments two days ago…

TBD.