After work, exhausted, I plopped down in a showroom chair. Waiting to finalize the order for my new sofa, I actually closed my eyes. My father used to say “I’m not sleeping. I’m just resting my eyes.”
I was sleeping.
But only for a few seconds. But admittedly out like a light.
In my reverie I heard “Okay Mrs. Zimmerman we’re all set.” I opened my eyes and the salesman, somewhat surprised by my snoozing, asked me what I do.
Without skipping a beat I said, “I teach 7 year olds how to be nice to each other.”
It was that kind of a day.