I was on my way to work and thinking to myself, “Hopefully, expectations are running low today.”
I’m not a slacker, normally, but the forecast was calling for scattered productivity and foggy mental functions.
Sitting down at my desk, I noticed a co-worker was also looking a little under the weather. “I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he volunteered with a shrug.
“Is that because the thunder and lightning scared your kids awake and you slept most the night with tiny, wiggly feet in your face?”
“You’re a good guesser,” he replied.
Oh, I’m no storm spotter, but I recognized the signs. That had been my night, too. Yeah, I guess we’re in severely sleep-deprived season. It’s just one of those stretches of time when a certain segment of the population is gonna need an umbrella of understanding.
It’s kind of like March Madness when the sun rises and sets in relation to seeds, standings and brackets.
If they had Doppler radar that tracked people’s thoughts, then the northeast region of Kansas in March would probably be indicated by a giant spiral of basketballs touching down at Allen Fieldhouse.
Anyway, that’s what I love about community. We really don’t have to say much to share plenty. Just a sideways glance across a cubicle can tell the tale of what’s been weathered.
Too bad sleep doesn’t come in a can. Then we could stock our basements full for just such an occasion.