Why, when we come home after a protracted journey (as I did at 5:30 this morning) do we say "I've been up for 36 hours!"
Up? Who are we kidding?
I am so not "up". I am so far from up in my present blotto-state that I am hardly able to remain upright.
But as a retired person, it doesn't really matter. If I can hardly recall my own name, or if I have to sit down to rest after folding the clean socks, who cares? I am free to indulge my jet lag for as long as I want. I can abandon that laundry, or check email tomorrow and no one will report me to the sleep police.
Besides, I've already made it to 9'oclock.
I'm outta here. YAWN.....