At work, the bathrooms have sensors on the faucets. All you have to do is hold your hands in the sink, and the water flows.
Take your hands out, and the water stops.
I know I’m tired when I hold my hands under the faucet at home, and I wait for water to come out.
“Oh,” I say to myself. “I’m at home.”
I can’t be senile. I’m too young for that. Maybe I’m just tired or something.
Still, there was that time I went to work in my pajamas.
“Pajamas are casual, right?” I said.
I hope it’s Friday.