Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Eighty-Six

A few minutes ago I finished eating Saturday dinner for Sunday breakfast, and boy are my teeth tired (ba-dump-tsss.) Plus now I'm sleepy again. A bottle of Guinness will do that to me, even without a meal. I ought to have been done with this hours ago, but my inner clock has forgotten how to tell time.

Only 72 degrees in here this morning. Compared to last week (or next) this is like winter.


( Sunday Verse )