Sabbathical

I'm giving myself the day off. I'll dedicate the next five minutes to blogland, but no more. I don't know where today went. I know where Saturday went. I know where Friday went. Sunday is just gone. The window of opportunity for a well-timed nap came and went. I'm reading a book that has no chapters and is written in a bit of dialect, all from the perspective of an Irish ten year old. I think that is adding to my confused place in the time-space continuum. It's hot today. I'm hot today. Here's a picture. I call it weenis akimbo.