Hear ye, hear me?

I am not sure if I needed recovery from the weekend or it was just my usual ugh-ness, but I was off kilter yesterday. Even more than usual. Everything I touched did not work at all. It was one of those mornings where I could not even get out of bed right.

All day Wendy was giving me grief because I could not understand her. The words coming out of her mouth. If I said "What?" once, I said 50 times. I would ask her if she said something when she did not and then have no idea what she said when she actually said something.

It must take words longer to get through my thick skull. Sometimes I know someone is talking and I catch a few words, but not all of them. So my mouth might say, "What?" and then brain says (This is what was said.)

Hail to the king of miss information!