Time for Bed

Maybe it's just me, but every Sunday night, I am completely exhausted. I'm talking that bone-tired, sit in a chair and stare at nothing, collapse-in-bed tired.

I'm headed for the shower and then the bed.

And then I will sleep.

Until I get up.

And then I will be gone for most of the day.

And then I will come home. And, eventually, go to sleep.

Until the next day.














And then I will wake up.