I've discovered (after countless inventories) that working 19 out of 30 hours does very little to improve my mental clarity.
A better way to put it would be to say that I have a head full of pudding. In other words, I will not be offering up amazing insights to everyday living today. (not that I ever do. But I suspect I might be more nonsensical than usual.)
I also discovered that I really don't mind hearing my name 4000 times during inventory. Just as long as it's not accompanied by "I think I cut my finger off." As a matter of fact, I'm fairly certain that I can go the next twenty years of inventories without ever hearing those words again. (and I'm fairly certain that Mary Jane can go that many inventories without wanting to ever say them again too.)
Fortunately, I have the day off today. At the moment I am pretending that I am going to be productive and catch up on all the things that didn't get done this weekend.
However, for the sake of honesty, I imagine that I will take a nap and then get some rest. (Perhaps inventory should come with a warning label that says something like you should not drive or operate dangerous machinery until you know how this will affect your person.)
And now that everyone else has left for work or school, my head full of pudding and I are headed back to bed. Here's hoping that the dogs won't play roller derby over the top of me. (one of their favorite morning pastimes is to run around the room, leap over the top of the bed and then dive underneath it. Pause and repeat.) I could always shut them out of the room but they tend to howl and cry for company then. Which leads to the parrots calling their names and telling them to be quiet. (except for Orbie. He's more likely to start barking like the dogs.) All of which leads to too much excitement for me to sleep. Anyhoo, I'll let you know how things turn out.