Something smells....

Wasn't having the greatest day.

I was seriously overtired.  My job doesn't give a lot of downtime during the day.  I have taken to being careful when I spend time in the staff room, go for walks whenever possible.

But, this day, I had maxed out.

I went and found a co-worker's office--and sat by myself and ate lunch, read a little Sarum.  It was good to be alone and quiet for a while.

I am finding more and more -- the older I get the more I am recharged and fed by quiet.

Then, in my fatigue, I realized part of my irritation:  I have smelly feet and hairy legs.

I went home and walked in the door, started dinner and started running a bath so I could rid myself of my stinky feet and hairy legs.

Not that I am complaining about leg hair....I love my hair, every last one of them.

I am always amazed at how long it takes me to understand myself.

I have just started to understand the concept of hangry.

And on that note: I'm going to find something to eat.