Or something like that. The Sandman's bill came due several hours early Monday. By 4:00 that afternoon, I was having trouble walking because the darned floor wouldn't stay level -- and neither would the walls. When it finally dawned on me that I could either drive home now or be carried out on a shutter at quitting time, I asked the boss if he could spare me early. By good luck, the evening shift was fully staffed (we're already in vacation season), so I made my cautious way home and was in bed within the hour.
Eleven hours later when the alarm went off, I resented it only mildly. Maybe I'm finally caught up on sleep.
(P.S., If you think "cow flies" was a typo, you ain't lived in the country. It's not the cows themselves that attract them, mind you; but I'll always wonder why they named 'em horseflies. They like cattle better. Or, rather... Ahem.)
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