“I don’t really like coffee, she said, but I don’t really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either.”
~ Brian Andreas
A man-cold is doing its darndest to move in. The essential oils are flowing.
The scourge of the plague, coupled with my own aching joints and restlessness, made for a long night where sleep was elusive. Coffee is certainly flowing this morning.
Today: I have no idea. Someone, please, just bring me another cup of coffee.