Dear Human Race,

After 10 hours of sleep last night with only 2 pee breaks because the mask wasn't fitting quite right, I'd like to request the option to rejoin you. I will not be participating in the Rat Race, however, it is likely that I will be joining the ranks of the Workaholics, at least for a few months.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,
RN Ruby
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I. Cleaned. The. Bathroom. Counter. The inspiration to mop and wipe it down also came over me and I wondered where that cleaning frenzied bitch has been. My husband, pig that he is, groused that I should clean when his hair needed beautification before he left for work.

Men!

Does he not understand? I am feeling pretty good. I want to *do* stuff.

Last night, he confided in me,"I'm afraid you'll feel so much better and do too much stuff and make yourself sick."

I looked at him and said,"Me? Work too much?!! Never!!!!"

He smirked, recognizing that his fears were well-founded and that there's not a damned thing he can do about that except perhaps, let me sleep.

Hah!

I'm still a little groggy, but my brain is clearer. I may actually do stuff today -- like lots of laundry, swim with the kids, and pick up my hog pen of a room.

Wow! Hell, I even tried to initiate sex, but got turned down by my sex maniac husband for a work meeting.

Will wonders never cease?