Kathryn, who woke up for a while last night due to Iris screaming, tells me at the gym today that she’s “looking forward to going home to relaxate.”
Reminds me when I was sleep deprived in college, riding the bus to campus and thinking that everyone was speaking a weird new language that only makes sense again when you get enough sleep.
But one of the best is Jim’s boot camp story, wherein he reached out to receive candy offered by the fatigue-induced vision of a woman in a blue dress. He was supposed to be practicing hiding in a ditch with his machine gun. Apparently his drill instructor was not happy to be seeing him jumping out of the ditch for treats.