I’m tired - properly tired - and it’s all my own fault.
I was up until 2am messaging back and forth with my cousin in California. When we were younger we were among the closest in the family - despite living half a world away from each other. Then life happened. I got married, she got married, children, house moves, school, and before we knew it we hadn’t so much as said hello for a couple of years.
Here’s the thing though - when we do say hello, as happened this week - it’s like the conversation never stopped. She was the girl that sat opposite me in a bar one night, many years ago and said “Oh Jonathan - your walls are made of mud, and I am the rain”.
Anyway. So yes - I was up until 2am. And now I’m paying for it. The work day is just starting, and I’m already two coffees into it. I’m powered by caffeine. I should have a badge or something.