Ok, so today, I had to ride with Mom and Dad to Chicago for Dad's disability appointment at the VA clinic, for some strange reason or another. We had to leave home at like 4:30AM to be up there by 8:00AM and beat the morning rush hour traffic.
We got back down to Kankakee at about 10:30 or 11:00, and Mom wanted to go ahead and stop for lunch. Thing is, I had been sleeping since about 111th street on the Dan Ryan. I woke up pretty much just as we were pulling into the parking space at Ryan's.
We went in, got our table, and got our food. I remember getting 2 salsbury steaks and a really huge piece of chicken, eating them, then going back for salad. The time between when I stood up to go get my salad and the next event is a total blur.
About 3/4 of the way through my salad, I realized that it was mostly cheese and ranch dressing, with a very little bit of lettuce, onion, and green pepper. I looked up at Dad and said, "I am evidently really tired. This salad is all cheese!"
That was the end of my meal. I slept the rest of the way home, and now I am wishing that ride home was a few hours longer, because I'm still really frickin' tired.