How tired am I?

So tired that I walked five extra blocks toward home before I remembered I needed enchilada fixings from Whole Foods and had to turn around and go back. This should have been the first clue that I was in no shape to face the post-work, pre-supper crowd. The second clue should have been that there were no baskets left when I got down there. The third clue should have been that the express line stretched all the way back to the sushi counter, and I waited in it through the hot foods and the bakery and past the olive bar before I realized I had more than ten items and could get in the shorter, faster large basket line.

The enchiladas were delicious when we finally ate them at ten o'clock.