Tired = Fried

I was exhausted enough tonight while doing the dishes to notice that tired and fried use essentially the same letters, and that it would be easy enough to turn the T into an F by chopping off the right side of the crossbar and moving it left and down.

Fact is, we're all tired. New routines are taxing, sleep schedules are stubborn, and we're trying to pack more into our days. We all woke up tired this morning, and when you do that, you're pretty much set up to forget something over the course of the day. Me? I forgot my temper when Baxter wouldn't come out of the bath after 17 polite requests. Jordan had to go out to work shortly thereafter, so I spent a lot of time getting him back to a calm and trusting state of mind.

Which of course delayed his bedtime.

So we'll be tired tomorrow, too.

But the weekend will come, and if all goes well, some extra sleep will come with it.