Today I am (momentarily) contemplating the origin of the term dog-tired. A cursory glance at the internet tells me it might be derived from Alfred the Great's sons chasing hunting dogs and whichever caught the most got to sit at their father's right hand side for the evening meal, dog tired from their exertions.
I've hardly been chasing packs of hounds, more trailing after a pooch who now exceeds me in years, but still has way more energy than I have.
I was so very tired at last night's party. I didn't feel much like socializing, but enjoyed sitting at my boyfriend's father's right hand - sometimes its just good to remember what a privilege it is to spend time in people's company. I managed a bit of dancing, but on getting home just before midnight hit the pillow and was out like a light.
How ace is it that I can watch a david lamotte concert live via Facebook?!
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