misc. malaise

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Things that must be done, but will be avoided until the last minute:

laundry
calling of the mother type animal
grocery shopping
vacuuming and other filth abatement

I blame the weather. Very unsettled. Requires thunderstorms to reset the atmosphere and my misfiring synapses.

I also slept in until after 9 a.m., but am hardly bright of eye or bushy of tail. Another cup of tea might fix that.

The short term plan? Retreat into bed with Oscar Wilde (the biography) and see how the rest of the Saturday plays out.