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[mishaday]

I was discussing with someone the way temperature can hit you like a hammer when you're not used it - stepping off the plane in Las Vegas or Phoenix always staggers me - making the transition from plane to jetway is liking passing through a viscous wall of heat. Unless of course, it's the middle of the night in winter, and then it's just a pleasant breath of fresh air, about the same temperature as inside, but without the staleness of a couple hundred bodies packed together for two hours.

Exhaustion can hit that way too. I haven't done anything strenuous lately, but I think I've got a cold trying to sneak up on me, and just five minutes ago, it hit me. My eyes wanted to close, I was yawning fit to crack my skull, and I still just want to crawl into a corner and nap for a week. I can hear my bed calling me from home. A detour to fee the cats, maybe myself, and I'm crashing. Urk.

Until then, I'll just count down the minutes.

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[themouseketeer.livejournal.com]

My husband is constantly astonished at just how *fast* I can go from awake, alert and perky to 'I need to sleep right *now*'

So take care of yourself, snuggle up warm and sleep as much as you need (when you can)