I need sleep.

Saturday night was fun: we stayed till the wee morning hours eating Filipino food, talking, drinking, dancing and singing karaoke. I did most of the singing, and they danced and sometimes joined in or gave me a breather. It was an Air Supply night, with Gloria Estefan and the Bee Gees tied for second.

Finally got home and to bed at 2, and was up again at 6 for work. I was numb, cranky and clumsy, but had fun anyway. WE spent the morning condensing Easter, picked up Little Caesar's $5 Hot-N-Ready pizzas for lunch (my brunch, really) and clocked back in for an hour to restock the juice aisle.

Patrick picked me up at the store and we rejoined the rest of the troupe at our usual sushi buffet. After that was souvenir-shopping at Wal-Mart (because the mall was closed), a brisk and bracing hour at the Dallas Arboretum, and dinner at the McKinney residence of another Filipino family. Final goodbyes were at the in-laws', after coffee and tea and Goldilocks' Brazo de Mercedes.

I've been so groggy today, people have been asking me what's wrong. I'm taking Tuesday off.