It’s not a surprise that I didn’t sleep well last night.
I walk to work like the zombie I am, carrying my carcass to the shop, grunting in Noah’s general direction while he waits for me to unlock the front door and step inside the shop.
Noah’s silent behind me as I putter around the place, shivering from the cold and the fatigue. I feel him watching and listening, which is good, because I don’t think I can deal with any talking right now as a horrifying yawn overtakes me and makes tears leak out of my eyes at the force of it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let Noah inside in the first place.
Maybe I should have been smarter at this, but there’s something to be said about absent logical decision-making when there’s been a serious lack of cumulative sleep for the past few weeks while my boss i
