like I've been hit by a truck. My first week back from bereavement leave. My shoulder is killing me (I need a cortisone shot) from moving furniture(mostly by myself), and I got 9 hrs sleep, and still feel like I need more. Plus all the Pink Sat & Parade festivities wiped me out. Just cringe when I think about the office. Need to do a weeks catch up. And need to get back to the gym. Think I'll nap at lunch.