Well, that's over-simplifying it. It was a church board meeting, and I REALLY REALLY thought I would go. It was at 6:00, so I would be home by 8-ish (I live next door).

But I got home from work, and I was beyond toast. I looked so bad that Bob said, "Is there anything I can do for you?" I said, "Yeah, can you cry for me, I'm too tired."

I don't think I could have gone up or down stairs one more time to save my life. I was in bed and asleep before 8:00. I never called to say I wasn't coming...just couldn't pull together enough brain cells to do so.

And now I feel as though it would be easier to just hide under the bed than to try to explain to "normal" people why I couldn't go next door for two hours. The fact that they care about me doesn't necessarily mean they'll understand. I'm just going to fall back on the old standby: I wasn't feeling well.

What I WON'T say is "Trust me, you wouldn't have WANTED me at that meeting. I wouldn't have had a clue what anybody was talking about and would have just voted no for everything. And possibly walked (crawled?) out in tears."

Phooey.

The worst part is that I'm upbeat by nature, and it's frustrating when the holes in my head put me into a mood that's really not "me". Ya know what I mean???