I’m in the 2T for the weekend. Between yet another night of little to no sleep, the drive from the Command Center, containing Σ and Mom watching a 1968 rerun of The Lawrence Welk Show not 15 feet from me, I believe I’ve met the perfect storm.
The perfect storm of my undoing. A one and a two ….
It’s an inescapable wave of fatigue and setting lotion. Damn near impossible to avoid under these conditions.