I'm wondering if I managed to lose enough blood from my sliced-open toe (I kept swimming for, like, ten or fifteen minutes afterwards because it didn't hurt while I was in the water and it was bleeding pretty freely after I got out) to make me a tad anemic and in need of extra sleep.
The first half of my week is going to be practically wall-to-wall meetings. Can't you just taste my enthusiasm from here?
On the other hand, I'm back with my boys and just got to spend a long, lazy day with them. So things are good.