Sleep is an elusive catcher. Whether by vice, choice or inability to grasp her, she drifts away and she won't come back.
So this morning I walked up Jackson Street in ethereal dark fog and it was a beautiful thing.
Walking is like many things, best when in effortless rhythm. I believe it's referred to as "The Zone," which applies to much more than just sports.
Zombie? Yes, later today. No cure foreseen, though Washington Perk will help after I get to work.
Oh .... anybody who laughs so hard they cry during the Stonehenge scene from Spinal Tap is officially a member of the The Funions Hall of Fame.