The Break I Needed

Spent yesterday/Wednesday in the lab doing the packages.  And goddammit, I spent, including my morning break, a bit more than four hours and 15 minutes back there.  Swear to God, it used to be 2 1/2 hours max.  I have no idea why in the hell my past few trips in the lab have been so long and laborious.  But they have been, and so the massage I arranged between work and the MNUFC Match (they fucking lost to San Luis, for fuck's sake) was worth it, even if I ruined my ideal post-massage comedown by eating a Jucy Lucy and egg rolls at Allianz Field.

Anyway, I was back there for so long that when I got out, my shift was in its lunch break.  I thought with all my standing around, my body would be so tired that I would pass out immediately.  Didn't happen.  It seems I was too wired and achy to rest.  But once I got back from my lunch break to finally sit down and type, my body was shutting down.  I felt I needed sleep now, and forget any illogic about how I tried to get some shut-eye a scant half-hour ago.

But my afternoon break was coming up.  I needed about an hour, but at 1 I marched back out to my car, closed my eyes ... and I was woken up by my phone alarm, a dozen minutes later.  My dragging body suddenly felt alert, and I powered through the rest of the day with ease.

Naps are good, y'all.  Never, ever underestimate them.