52/199-200: Having a Fit

It's very strange how I can sleep several hours, wake up and be unable to get back to sleep, then get up and do various things for a few hours, including downing a decent amount of caffeine, and then suddenly find myself unable to keep my eyes open. It's less than four hours since I left my bed, but here I am like some exhausted old geezer mindlessly doddering graveward... oh, wait. That shoe fits better than the ones I'm literally wearing.

Fits well enough that as soon as I finish posting this I'm going back to bed for a nap. No telling how long that nap will last, though lately they've often turned into sleeps that go past sunset. It being Sunday there will be no mail to fetch, so I guess it doesn't matter. I mean aside from the depression I usually get from waking up so late in the day. But then what's an extra bit of misery to a near-cadaver? Oh, if I don't get around to posting anything tomorrow, happy belabor day.


( Sunday Verse )