Y’all, it is 7:58 and I just got up, like, ten minutes ago. My alarm goes off at 5:30. My alarm was still going off at 7:48, but apparently whatever’s going on in the world is not interesting enough to raise the voices of the folks on NPR to the point where my tired brain will notice them.
I have to say, though, except for the nagging cough, I feel better than I have all week.
Still, I feel bad for the dog because this is day two of “B. neglects to take Mrs. Wigglebottom for a walk.”