On Monday, the phone rang. In order to get the phone, I stepped on a swivel chair, which swiveled, taking part of my leg with it, which dislocated my knee. Screaming in pain, I fell on my back onto our hardwood floors, much like that, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” commercial on TV.

Tuesday involved a lot of Advil.

Wednesday I was on the phone for six hours during four different conference calls. More Advil.

Thursday I worked until 10 p.m. for a lovely 15 hour workday.

And today I’m tired. I can’t imagine why.

I’m willing to entertain exhausting stories from others now. Anyone willing to share?