No post (of any substance) today.
I am riding the crest of clarity, then falling into the trough of Zombism. I can breathe clearly now, could inhale every single Marching Bolivian right now, if I were so inclined (um, but I'm not). And the aches? They all oozed away as I dozed off at the beginning of Dateline, but awoke in time for Third Watch. Could Sgt. Cruz be hotter? Sad to see that show go away.
Time for beddy-bye.