When I Can
Sunday. Hi, ho, the sun shining, breakfast in the basket, the head, well, who knows about the head? I'll think about the head this evening.
Monday. Sunday evening was interesting. Very dizzy. Crawl into bed dizzy. Wonder what's going on dizzy. Today, better, but still a drag. Still a drag is good. Still a drag would be considered upbeat at the office. Maybe I should keep a little number display or bar chart graphic to the left: The daily "Still A Drag" Index.
So, what's happening? You sound like you're out of gas..
I'm going to futz with a couple of things this evening and then get to bed. Write again when I can.
Is that a threat or a promise?