A Little Frustrated

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 7.236% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

It’s 7:15 on a Wednesday night, and I may be going to bed soon.
Nine weeks after my heart surgery, I’m able to walk around, talk, carry on mostly a normal life.  But I flew out to Roanoke for a business trip, spending two days in intense software architecture meetings as I helped design the future of StarCityGames.com, and between the plane flight and the having to keep my mind ready and the sleeping in a strange bed, I’m exhausted.
It’s especially embarrassing, because my boss offered to take me out to dinner.  I was so tired that I stayed at home, so I’m in his house now, trying to work up the energy to go upstairs to his guest room.  It feels rude, and antisocial, but… I’m about to fall asleep.  (Or, more likely, to flumph into bed in a semi-comatose state, able to browse my iPhone until the battery runs out.)
I’m glad I survived.  I’m glad I can still work at my job, and be productive.  But this is still a recovery phase, and that’s humiliating at times.
That is all.

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