Ten Signs of Sleep Deprivation

Whew.

I just survived one of the busiest weeks in history. I was up each morning before the old guys that walk my neighborhood in Easy Spirits and sweatbands with large sticks to defend themselves from lap dogs and I didn’t go to sleep until after the birds in the nest outside my bedroom window decided to start running their beaks about the best worms in the hood or flea infestations or the Mockingbird down the street with self-esteem issues or whatever it is birds talk about at 4 am.

The point is that I was busier than a three-legged cat trying to bury a turd on a frozen pond.

And I was tired.

I was also reminded of just how horrible sleep deprivation is.

If any of those apply to you, I advise that you go to bed immediately. I am.