Tired. Can’t thjnk.

Today’s goal at the museum was to get the place all spic and span so some…uh…someone could visit tomorrow.

Especially to clean up the mess we euphemistically call our gift shop.

Which is on the third floor.

I’m out of breath by the time I’m much above the second floor.  (In my own defense:  that’s coming from the basement, not the first floor.)

I had to go up to the third floor so many times I lost track.

My brain hsg offjcjally shug dowf.  Magy wordx ure no linger funvtjonal.