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Just a Thought - Fatigue can do strange things
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Do you know when you’re exhausted? 

I’m not talking about being tired, but exhausted. Exhaustion, the state when you are drained both mentally and physically. It’s past being tired. 

Monday night, June 3, I stopped into work at about 8:30 p.m. after covering city government budget meetings. Car key in hand, I went to turn off my computer and pushed the button. Nothing happened. I pushed it again. It was at that moment when I realized that pushing the button on my car key would never shut down my computer. 

At that moment, I decided it would be best for me to go straight home. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Homeward bound. Attempting to turn my computer off with my car key was definitely the actions of someone who’s too drained to function. Mentally, I was shot.

Given what I had just tried to do, I did wonder as I walked to the door if I’d recognize my own car in the parking lot. I did. Apparently, I wasn’t that far gone.

Funny blast from the past: I exited Walmart and walked straight to my car. Curious as to why my key’s bottom wasn’t working, I tried the old-fashioned way of actually using the key to open it. Nothing. That’s when I noticed the contents of the vehicle and the realization hit me that I was attempting to get into someone else’s car. After a quick look around to determine that no one was watching me, I quickly walked two parking spaces over and got into my car.

That parking lot incident was caused by pure absent mindedness. I really just wasn’t paying attention. They were the same make, model and color. However, if I had been paying attention, I would have known that one wasn’t mine. There were differences. 

Back to Monday night.

I made it home without incident. Zero issues of feeling groggy. I was focused, music up and singing. I thought that maybe I had found my second wind – that phenomenon is not exclusive to marathon runners, is it? Oh well, I’m using it.

Everyone has their just-got-home routine. Mine is to change clothes, wash my face, get dinner going (if I hadn’t already eaten), brush and floss my teeth, and if it’s late, find something on TV to watch until I fall asleep. I’m still binge watching "Supernatural," so no decision-making effort there. I’m at the beginning of Season 9.

I’m in the middle of the first step in the process (changing clothes) when I received a heads-up that no new strength or energy came my way on the route home. I took my socks off and walked to the trash to throw away my socks. I caught myself just before tossing them in. If I had, they would have stayed. I’m not dumpster diving, even in my own trash can. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. 

True stories, all of them.

 Standard reporter Lisa Hobbs can be reached at 473-2191.