The goal was to get the numbers listed on the piece of paper on her desk typed into a spreadsheet. Something that normally took her a few minutes tops. This morning, however, she’d been attempting to do the easy task for almost half an hour. One of two things kept happening: she either zoned out or she forgot the number as soon as she read it. God, she was dead tired. Barely an hour of sleep would do that, she guessed. Not that she got much sleep on Wednesday nights to begin with, but she usually averaged enough to get her through most of Thursday without feeling like she couldn’t speak coherently. Unlike right now and it was barely eleven. She’d been at the hospital with Faith until four-thirty this morning. The doctors had released her after running a few tests and finding nothing to be concerned about from the grand mal or the bump to the head. The sleep-deprived part of her had almost won the “call in sick”
