(The reason they call the 26th "Boxing Day" is because us register monkeys feel like we've been ten rounds with the Champ by the time we go home.)
Most of these have been closing shifts -- for the Joyful Open Late Holiday Hours, of course -- and by the time I've gone home each night, I've felt increasingly incoherent.
Part of the incoherence has been mild, almost subliminal sinus congestion.
Last night, it stopped being subliminal. I had a sinus blockage last night that timed with a HUGE low-pressure system to turn into an excruciating toothache. Wound up getting up at around 2:30, just as the low pressure zone, near as I can tell, hit its peak: as I was sitting in the bathroom holding my head in pain, the rain went from "drizzle" to "downpour".
I wound up out on the living room sofa in front of the TV, drinking a huge glass of water to loosen things up, force-blowing my nose to try to get the pressure shifted.
(The Secret Saturdays ain't bad, BTW. Not at 3AM, anyway.)
It finally subsided to the point that I could go back to bed, though it took a dose of Melatonin to actually get me to SLEEP.
Still not quite running on all cylinders. Thankfully, I have a "hammock" shift today, working 11-7. Someone else opens, someone else closes, I just blithely skip in, smile at the customers, and skip away when my shift ends.
Oh, and for the regulars: normal comic deliveries this week! Uncanny X-Mas Eve = New Comics Day!
Icon illustrates actual size of sinuses.