No Business Friday

Over lunch – reheated burritos at the kitchen table:

“So, are you OK?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You look really tired.  I’m not used to seeing tired for a while.”



“Well, how long’s a while?” I asked.

“I don’t know, a few days.”

“I’m just not getting enough sleep and no caffeine is kicking my butt.”

“Or you’re thirty three,” she smirked.

Penalty: unnecessary sarcasm shortly after a difficult birthday.

Tonight’s date night and if she thinks there’ll be any business time she’s sorely mistaken. 

I’m taking a nap.