I'm stretching you out like elastic
I just slept almost fifteen hours. I didn't think I was physiologically capable of sleeping fifteen hours anymore. I dreamed about grad school, my cousins, and briefly Sherlock Holmes. I assume it was catch-up not just from the marathon but from the previous week of niece-care; I'm sure it was very good for me. I'm just not sure what to do about the fact that I had plans for the day and none of them involved waking up in time for dinner.

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Words can't capture how much I miss chicken liver prepared well.
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I'm also the lone appreciator in my house. Ah! There's a theme for the "where should we eat dinner" discussion at our next in-person con. I think it will happen!