Just call me Morpheus
I had one of the kind of days at work yesterday that I love. Busy, but not crazy. Even got out in just about eight hours. Got home, nibbled my way through a bunch of food, and realized that at 1700 I was yawning my head off. So I took a nice scalding shower and went to bed.
Amazing what close to nine hours of solid sleep will do for you.
I'm fighting what is either a persistent cold or a really early start to the allergy season. Or the Mongolian Death Cooties, which will be diagnosed after yet another trip to the ER when I suddenly turn chartreuse and begin singing Korean operas. One can never tell.
I was going to brag about outsmarting the Chickens of French Camp yesterday, but then I remembered that I would be bragging about outsmarting chickens. I still have some pride.
Off to work!
Amazing what close to nine hours of solid sleep will do for you.
I'm fighting what is either a persistent cold or a really early start to the allergy season. Or the Mongolian Death Cooties, which will be diagnosed after yet another trip to the ER when I suddenly turn chartreuse and begin singing Korean operas. One can never tell.
I was going to brag about outsmarting the Chickens of French Camp yesterday, but then I remembered that I would be bragging about outsmarting chickens. I still have some pride.
Off to work!