After a night of lousy sleep, I thought I was doing fine.  The morning seemed to be humming along, then I suddenly realized that I was driving in the wrong direction to work.

This can mean only one thing, I need more sleep.  Otherwise, the following trajectory is inevitable.

Today – drove wrong way to work.

Tomorrow – head to the wrong job.

Day 3 – drive home to the wrong house.

Day 4 – start answering to the wrong name, something like Skippy.

Yep, only four short days until I become Skippy.  Sounds like a fine reason to turn in for the night.  Best proceed, while I still have a good chance of heading toward the right bed.