How is it possible that I had a pleasant, lazy weekend (accomplishments: Buying groceries and putting up four pints of pickled green tomatoes, which is not hard work, no matter what they tell you), a sound night's sleep, and yet am drowsy as a cat this morning?
For indeed, it is so. And it worries me, for doubtless someone will soon lob a deadline at me, and I will be too somnolent to dodge.
Quid Plura? is funny this morning.
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